Songtext von Son Of The Dragon

Son Of The Dragon Prince of many faces, born beyond the forests Both medieval warlord, and renaissance prince Master of cruel tactics, and ruler of justice Heir of great warriors, sworn the Dragon Oath [Chorus:] Hail, impaler! Son of the Dragon Hail, impaler! Prince of Walachia Hail, impaler! Lord of the stake Hail, impaler! Son of the Dragon Ascending his throne, avenging his father's murder Dealings with the devil, impaling his enemies After Constantinople's fall, sole protector of Europe 20.000 Turks on stakes, 'the forest of the impaled' [Chorus] After a life of blood and glory The reaper finally came for Vlad Defeated not on the battlefield A traitor's knife in his back Death did not defeat him, vampire lord supreme His blood lived on, in Erzsébet's veins His soul still lives on, his memory we hail Eternal hero of the west, example to us all [Chorus]