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