Kaziklu Bay - The Lord Impaler

Kaziklu Bey - Devils son
 Chosen one
 After the fourth crusade all christian piety is gone
 And the greatest commander against the muslim turks
 you have now become
 Kaziklu Bey - Stormbringer of fright
 Now show the world your might
 Impale you every foe with delight
 And let the frail decend into eternal night
 Gather your armies for the decisive fight
 Your elite state is now in sight
 Storming in fury with ten thousand men
 To teach the muslims a lession again
 In the port of Giurgiu their ambush will fail
 To Wallachia in chains the turks now grow pale
 With poles through their bodies they all now will die
 And the sultan Muhammed in anguish will cry
 At the forthcoming winter the war since long planned
 To spread the religion which the turks banned
 Went on all the way to the Black sea
 Where overwhelming armies forced Dracul to flee
 Kaziklu Bey - Lord of blodshed
 The infidel you dismembered
 Rise and conquer with your army you people from the turkish
 yoke liberated
 After the battle at Giurgiu the deathfigure was 23809 turkish
 ears, noses and
 heads
 By poison the wells and burning the land
 Dracul only left ashes to the men from the sand
 While the peasants joined Dracul the turks heard the cry
 Of wolves and only saw vultures in the sky
 At the "terror night" Dracul striked the starved turks
 And killed thousand and thousand to complicate their works
 Next morning the turks found Tirgoviste in flames
 And a forest of Impaled men with turkish names
 The the sultan gave up his conquering plan
 "What can we do against such a man?"