[Sighisoara, Transilvania in the year of 1431]



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..