Luyện nghe bài hát Dracole Wayda

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

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

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

A of god...

Dracul now his castle which the tartars centuries ago
a rampaged place
"His clothes had to til the clothes fell from their bodies"
An old said
>From Poenari Vlad rules with an hand and his strife for power
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Leaves a bloodstained
The boyars was gathered for a and soon on poles
They dying

To the soulds of his subjects
In fear of divine and hells embrace
Dracul raised abbeys and supported the church as a
To the godwill he god
But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and
Made clear that Vlad had to praise
Eternal to thee who had the nerv
To not the voivod and dread

A of god...