Deviled on his horse
Prince Vlad rides
More than a thousand crucified
And impaled without mercy
Enemies are victims
Of his dark majesty
And the night It smells of blood
Plague of final judgment
The warriors cry blood
When they think of their end
They will no longer see their mothers
Nor their children, nor their clan
He honors cruelty
Prince of the night
Dracula's honor
Prince of the night
Like a hungry vampire
Feasting of demons
The prince of blood
With death in marriage

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