Vlad, Son of the Dragon

Raise up the traitors (higher, higher)

By order of rank, then spark their funeral pyres

Smelling the sumptuous stench of bowels emptying as my message is sent

String up purveyors of weakness and lie who would seek to betray no pardons eye

For eye torture, a pastime of bloodiest sorts

I feel I should be thanked for those fiends I abort

They will fear my very name

I am the dragon's son

High on a stake (higher, higher)

How shameful a game to have watched such life expire

Cleansing my own holocaust

Tremble they will at the feet of their gods

Hang up subversives who question my guile

Who should seek to oppose man, woman, beast or child

Enemies sleep with half open eyes

I shall reign all Wallachia with God on my side

They will fear my very name Dracula

I am the Devil's son

You will burn, now I choose

You will burn

Kill them all

My righteous hand

Rumor of my cruelties

A wildfire through the lands

To control the fear of your enemy

You must bore your way inside their heads

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You will burn, now I choose

You must burn

They will learn, those like you

I'll make them learn

Kill them all

My righteous hand