Luyện nghe bài hát Dracole Wavda

Back in Transilvania to be met by the
Which the christian world as a blaze
Konstantinopel has into the hands of the turks
And the Konstantin is dead
The fear of the turks is growing but the of Dracul
Will show the the reapers face
Vlad now shelter in Sibiu so the coloured ones
manage to get his head

A servant of god in league with
A christian crusader who made the cry
A defender of moral and faith with nature bread by
As driven by demonforces his the muslims and christians

But four years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside
In the cold haze
His wallachian army slaughtered, tortured and plundered
As raging demons terror spread
Teared apart, impaled on poles now ten of his countrymen
the afterworld gaze
Maimed and scattered a few survivors, always to this day
Out into the fled

A of god...

now repair his castle which the tartars centuries ago
Made a place
"His clothes had to work til the fell from their bodies"
An old said
>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 of divine punishment and hells embrace
raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign
To the godwill he god
But the mortals he by orgys of and torture
Made clear they Vlad had to praise
Eternal death to thee who had the
To not the voivod and inquisitor

A of god...