On a cold mist october morning

In the year of the lord 1462

The horses appeared on the hills of Brasov

The process of damnation would soon begun



Dracul would show the world how to correct

The rumanians which lacked strength or showed disrespect

The following story is just one of many on Draculs way

To outwipe every opposer who didn't him blindly obey



He killed by crushing them under the wheels of barrows

Others were undressed and skinned alive

To their very bowels and others were still impaled upon wooden poles

Or fried over the glowing embers placed under them



The cold wind of death follow in his way

Deme quaden thyrane



Some of them were run through with stakes that impaled their heads, breasts

and behind

Until the pole was driven through the mouth

To ellude the lack of any cruelty he drew stakes through

The breasts of mothers and then he went on by impaling

Their infants upon these



The cold wind of death follows in his way

Deme quaden thyrane



So many have to die

By the horrible ways of torturing them

With such instruments that can only be invented

By the most nefarious cruelty possessed

Uttermost dreadful tyrant that ever existed



But the hungarian king Mathias Corvinus now Dracul betrayed

And for twelve long years Vlad now in the kings prison stayed

But the bonds of blood that Dracul in prison tied

Made his king in Wallachia again with Mathias as an allied

With lord Stefan Bathori's army and military skill

Dracul now will make all saches, boyars, Danesti's and turks blood chill