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?"