Impale the weaklings, drinking the blood
I am the one you refer as your prince
Behold my blade, as I slice you till death

I am a cold-blooded murderer, I am Dracul
Prepare to be tortured in less than a heart beat
My stomach growling, for all your organs

I conquer on your precious lands, and count my days for immortality
My ability to devour your flesh, it is the end for humanity
As you are my prisoners, thau shall not rest


I spread the stakes on your lands
Then stack my captives on poles

as you scream in pain, celebrates in champagne

Burn the believers

Prepared to be hung up
Burn the decease
All shall worship the prince


Many corpses filled to the brim
Religion's just for silliness

At night, into your dreams I will creep.
Your stomach turns, your bed trims
I conquer all of your dreams

Then end, your death with a smile
While I pile the corpses to make a throne
Then devour all your precious hearts


I spread the stakes on your lands
Then stack my captives on poles

as you scream in pain, celebrates in champagne

Burn the believers

Prepared to be hung up
Burn the decease
All shall worship the prince


Chaos from the ground, then fires from the sea
Next comes your land spreading disease

The day my enemies will all pay the price
The smell of flesh rapes the air, then decays
Back in the past, I burned all the nations

when the days were dark as night
Hallucinations, of the king had imagined
Then the knights were hung up and bled


I spread the stakes on your lands
Then stack my captives on poles

as you scream in pain, celebrates in campaign

Burn the believers

Prepared to be hung up
Burn the decease
All shall worship the prince


Cleaning the nations up,
Mutilations piled up

Vlad!
Everybody fears the prince
The population stacked

Impaler!