Vlad Tepes - Walachian Tyrant

For centuries hatred blood flows
Sacrifices begin when the bad moon
Below our darkened souls rise in the red sky
Feeble and slaves burn on my unholy ground
Crosses are hung - Torture makes cries!
Impaling and whipping - Hatred fills my eyes!
Thou tyrant rule!

The black sun is falling under the black clouds
The shadow of my darkened castle
Invades the valley as Darkness
And fog kill life and light!
This realm becomes ours as the funeral
Red moon lights my stone grave
In the Dark War!

My armies of souls take possession
Of the blackest storms
As my feeble slaves are raped
Blazes reap the land until another night…
We are the demons - The blackest demons
We create fire - We create ice!
In hatred!