Letra de Vlad, Son of the Dragon
Raise up the traitors (higher, higher) By order of rank, then spark their funeral pyres Smelling the sumptuous stench of bowels emptying as my message is sent String up purveyors of weakness and lie who would seek to betray no pardons eye For eye torture, a pastime of bloodiest sorts I feel I should be thanked for those fiends I abortThey will fear my very name I am the dragon's sonHigh on a stake (higher, higher) How shameful a game to have watched such life expire Cleansing my own holocaust Tremble they will at the feet of their gods Hang up subversives who question my guile Who should seek to oppose man, woman, beast or child Enemies sleep with half open eyes I shall reign all Wallachia with God on my sideThey will fear my very name Dracula I am the Devil's sonYou will burn, now I choose You will burn Kill them all My righteous handRumor of my cruelties A wildfire through the lands To control the fear of your enemy You must bore your way inside their headsYou will burn, now I choose You must burn They will learn, those like you I'll make them learn Kill them all My righteous hand