Wings of torment descend!
From the blackness high above
Into Stench Divine...
Talons of iron and steel
Searing through flesh
Feast of the Foul...
Son of the dragon
Prince of Wallachia
Renowned for his reign
And blood soaked terror...
Infamous ruler
Fearless warrior
Dark is his kingdom
In the cold heart of Romania...
Vlad Tepes
Infernal Commander
Defending attacks from
The ottoman empire
Deliverer of misery
Sadistic abhorrer
Never defy
This ruthless Torturer...
Sharpen and oil those wooden stakes
Insert with care so they will not die
Hoist them high for all to see...
The pleasures of pain now come alive...
Content with pleasure that all is secured
Fearfull of this ruler the enemies abort
A forest of spikes is for all to behold
Rejoice in Pain - All impaled!
Skinned, then hung or crushed by the wheel
Boiled and burned alive was scarce i was told
An obsession with cruelty, Distorting the dead
Now consume the carrions my vultures...
REIGN... THE VULTURE...
REING... THE VULTURE...
With the mark of the devil etched onto his blade
Invincible so was this fierce impaler
Casting death throughout his kingdom
Casting pain to all the feeble...
When finally the OttomanTurks invaded
Attacked and crushed his army of warriors
Beheaded was he, decapitated...
The full moon night mournfully Dissipated...
Til this day there prevails a strong presence of his soul...
And clearly it can be seen and felt through the eyes of the vulture...
From the blackness high above
Into Stench Divine...
Talons of iron and steel
Searing through flesh
Feast of the Foul...
Son of the dragon
Prince of Wallachia
Renowned for his reign
And blood soaked terror...
Infamous ruler
Fearless warrior
Dark is his kingdom
In the cold heart of Romania...
Vlad Tepes
Infernal Commander
Defending attacks from
The ottoman empire
Deliverer of misery
Sadistic abhorrer
Never defy
This ruthless Torturer...
Sharpen and oil those wooden stakes
Insert with care so they will not die
Hoist them high for all to see...
The pleasures of pain now come alive...
Content with pleasure that all is secured
Fearfull of this ruler the enemies abort
A forest of spikes is for all to behold
Rejoice in Pain - All impaled!
Skinned, then hung or crushed by the wheel
Boiled and burned alive was scarce i was told
An obsession with cruelty, Distorting the dead
Now consume the carrions my vultures...
REIGN... THE VULTURE...
REING... THE VULTURE...
With the mark of the devil etched onto his blade
Invincible so was this fierce impaler
Casting death throughout his kingdom
Casting pain to all the feeble...
When finally the OttomanTurks invaded
Attacked and crushed his army of warriors
Beheaded was he, decapitated...
The full moon night mournfully Dissipated...
Til this day there prevails a strong presence of his soul...
And clearly it can be seen and felt through the eyes of the vulture...
( Impiety )
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