Luyện nghe bài hát Dracole Wavda

Back in Transilvania to be met by the
Which struck the christian as a blaze
Konstantinopel has fallen the hands of the turks
And the Konstantin is dead
The fear of the turks is but the sword of Dracul
Will the muslims the reapers face
Vlad now took in Sibiu so the coloured ones
Couldn't manage to get his

A servant of god in league with
A christian crusader who the angels cry
A defender of moral and with nature bread by hellspawn
As driven by his army the muslims and christians

But years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside town
In the cold haze
His wallachian army slaughtered, and plundered Sibiu
As demons terror they spread
apart, impaled on poles now ten thousand of his countrymen
into the gaze
Maimed and scattered a few survivors, always to remember day
Out into the night

A of god...

Dracul now repair his which the tartars centuries ago
Made a rampaged
"His clothes had to work til the fell from their bodies"
An old chronicle
>From Vlad rules with an iron hand and his strife for power
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a bloodstained trace
The boyars was gathered for a meeting and on poles
They blead

To cherish the soulds of his
In fear of divine punishment and hells
Dracul raised and supported the church as a sign
To the godwill he god
But the mortals he by orgys of and torture
clear that they Vlad had to praise
Eternal to thee who had the nerv
To not the voivod and dread

A of god...