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 Konstantin is dead
The fear of the is growing but the sword of Dracul
Will the muslims the reapers face
Vlad now took in Sibiu so the coloured ones
manage to get his head

A of god in league with Satan
A christian crusader who made the cry
A defender of moral and faith with nature by hellspawn
As driven by demonforces his army the and christians

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

A of god...

Dracul now repair his castle the tartars centuries ago
Made a place
"His clothes had to work til the clothes fell from bodies"
An old chronicle
>From Poenari Vlad rules with an iron hand and his for power
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a bloodstained trace
The was gathered for a meeting and soon on poles
They dying

To cherish the of his subjects
In fear of punishment and hells embrace
raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign
To the he god offered
But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and
Made that they Vlad had to praise
death to thee who had the nerv
To not the voivod and dread

A of god...