Rotting long nails and a pale lifeless skin
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes
And all so dark within
Creepy long black coat and
A creepy Romanian castle
So creepy himself but creeped
Of the Bucharest chapel
Descendent of the dragon,
Known as the impeller
All blood soaked war fronts filled
With masts of terror.
Known to hitch the bats
Or perhaps the bat himself
A dark black nightmare
Four hundred years and still dusk hair
This is me, this is who I am
Wrath of the demons
Shaken by what I am
High upon a mount, breathing all alone
Monarch of Transylvania
Mediviel lore of Romania
I, the Prince of darkness
Little they know I exist
Known by an old writing and
An eerie possessed acropolis
This is me, this is who I am
Rotten old soul within a lifeless man
Elitest of the warriors with no mercy
Settled as the king
And Romanian land was my queen
I was at peace, like a veteran in exile
Nightmares haunted me
For the dragon I was all while
A day came by
Turks took away my son
They murdered my pretty lady and
I made a deal never to see the sun
Oh what a devilish deal it was
Nights became my days and
The days became my grave
The lust for blood grew by the second
It was all dark, so dark, dark-dark within
I had been a monster at peace
The deal brought it back with
No bounds or leash
I massacred all of them, the ones who took my son
I had my son back, but still adrift from the sun
Little did I know I was a brother to time
Four hundred years and
Still the darkness was mine
Shadows are my claim
Blood is my game
Impelling was my thirst
Terror is in my veins
Worse than the ghost of Sparta
Terror unleashed for
I am Vlad Tepes Drac-Ullah
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