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Vlad, Son of the Dragon

Raise up the traitors (Higher and 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 and higher)

How shameful a game to have 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 handRumor of my cruelties

A wildfire through the lands

To control the fear of your enemy

You must bore your way inside their headsYou will burn

How I choose

You must burn

They will learn

Those like you

I'll make them learnKill them all

My righteous hand

Songwriters

ALAN MICHAEL CASSIDY, BRIAN ESCHBACH, MAXWELL JAMES LAVELLE, RYAN DURELL KNIGHT, TREVOR STRNADPublished by

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