Vlad, Son Of The Dragon 歌词

Raise up the traitors Higher higher By order of rank Then spark their funeral pyres Smelling the sumptuous stench of bowels emptying as my message is sent String up purveyors of weakness and lie who would seek to betray no pardons eye for eye Torture a past time of bloodiest sorts I feel I should be thanked for those fiends I abort They will fear my very name I am the dragon’s son High on a stake Higher higher How shameful a game to’ve watched such life expire Cleansing my own holocaust Tremble they will at the feet of their gods Hang up subversives who question my guile who should seek to oppose man woman beast or child Enemies sleep with half open eyes I shall reign all wallachia with God on my side They will fear my very name dracul I am the devil’s son You will burn how I choose You will burn Kill them all My righteous hand Rumor of my cruelties a wildfire through the lands To control the fear of your enemy you must bore your way inside their heads You will burn How I choose You must burn They will learn Those like you I’ll make them learn Kill them all My righteous hand