Born into the Order of The Dragon Nobility attained through blood Tortured by the Ottoman He spat upon the scum For his captors and the sultan And the traitors of his kin His hatred became the gift And the war he would win
Legend of Blood Bled like a flood Ruling with fear Heads riding spears Death of his wife Took her own life He will have his revenge
His knowledge proved superior He reigned as the prince of his land Instilling fear in his enemies Heads riding spears Cruelty and bestial punishment Kept the invaders at bay Hurling death and evil Down the walls of his castle
In the dark, black forest His fortress stood tall The blood of the dead Still haunts the damp soil In the winds he is screaming His spirit fills the air His love unavenged He will torment beyond the grave
The blood draining tyrant Lives on in our minds The legend of Drakul Will forever endure In the hills of Transylvania Through the mist and the fog His castle stands still The grim fortress on the hillTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
