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The ancient castle at the mountainside
Embraced by dark cold winds
Surrounded by corpses impaled on stakes
The stench of death is in the air
Oh, Carpathian hills…
Where screams of pain forever echoes

A warlord born in the city of Sighosoara
Son of the tyrant Dracul
Possessed to see bloodshed, shredded humans in pain
Illotal, powerful and great
Oh, Carpathian hills…
Where littered humans’ agony is revealed

Vlad Tepes

His father Dracul was murdered
And the brother Mircea buried alive
His first wife committed suicide
A flame of hatred burning in his eyes
Prince of many faces

A warlord, lord of Wallachia
High seated in the town of Tirgoviste
Transylvanian horror
Blood was on his hands
Wallachian warlord

Prince of many faces
The ancient castle at the mountainside  Embraced by dark cold winds  Surrounded by corpses impaled on stakes  The stench of death is in the air  Oh, Carpathian hills…  Where screams of pain forever echoes    A warlord born in the city of Sighosoara  Son of the tyrant Dracul  Possessed to see bloodshed, shredded humans in pain  Illotal, powerful and great  Oh, Carpathian hills…  Where littered humans’ agony is revealed    Vlad Tepes    His father Dracul was murdered  And the brother Mircea buried alive  His first wife committed suicide  A flame of hatred burning in his eyes  Prince of many faces    A warlord, lord of Wallachia  High seated in the town of Tirgoviste  Transylvanian horror  Blood was on his hands  Wallachian warlord    Prince of many faces