All demons ride high upon the bewitching Nightsky   They are only disturbed by a new-born child's painful cry   Son of the great dragon, come forth to rule   In all your glory, no man, no beast will be as cruel   All the angels and the puny men of god looked away   Frightened to death by the evil that was born on that day   Dracul come forth, and see your son's soul is powerful   Triumphantly holding his son, nothing could be as delightful   In our order you are now, for the sake of your greatness   You must murder the muslim turks in thousands, no less   Let them feel our never-ending wrath and our steel   We are men of god, so let them know it for real   It's our mission to seek our enemies, and kill them one by one   They must be destroyed in time, be sure to teach your new-born son   We must bath in the blood of the vermins, called turks, to win   The muslims are to be executed, for they live in great sin      Sultan Murad of the turks is getting more powerful each day   Dracul will not be one of them that for his mercy will pray   He must turn his back on his previous allies   And conspirate with the turks   Beware you all of the evil blood that in Dracul lurks   The holy Roman emperor will get angered with this   But Dracul must protect himself, it's a right of his   So feel the greedy claws of death, you weak men of god   Treacherous thoughts was the father of the berserker prince Vlad   (In the year of 1438)   Seven years of age is he and already in bloody war   His eyes do not turn away from all that death and gore   Father Dracul and brother Mircea are riding by his side   Proud he is of his warrior father, no matter he lied   Together with the turks, they ravaged through the land   Dragon and beast, devils and demons fighting hand-in-hand   Transilvania - You great home of ours   You they will crush, there is no good to help us      What feeds an evil mind?   What makes a man a man?   The deeds of death!      But greater stories are yet to be told..