I raise my eyes at dead of night
I hear the silence moulding my body
I hear the damp and living ground throbbing
I belong to it.
Iâm the guardian of this land,
Iâm Dracula, Prince of Walacchia.
My name is synonymous with fear and terror
which I sowed and grew and which I fed on.
I led an army of dead soldiers
that I myself had raised from their graves.
I spread death and destruction.
Stifling smell of blood and excrements,
desperate cries, sobs.
Thousands of corpses rotted in the sun.
Thousands of poles rose as I passed.
My head beheaded and laid down.
The law: my law.
I was Vlad, the Impaler,
nobody could obstruct my path.
And the powerful Turks come in crowds.
And the new forest came up,
forest of fright and blood.
And the sultan of gold and silk
came with his numerous army,
thousand of persons were horribly impaled
and crowds came, crowds of enemies.
And at the end I was surrounded.
Chill, blood, horror of an irrepressible slaughter.
By then I was a prince without land.
And from the ground a whisper,
the whisper of the dead, rose:
Dracula, please, come back!
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- Miscellaneous
- Sacro Culto
- Back To Sepulcro
- 2012: A Brutal Fucking Apocalypse
- The Black Opera
- The Triumph of the Death
- This Is Metal
- The Black Opera: Symphoniae Mysteriorum in Laudem Tenebrarum
- Symphoniac Mysterium In Laudem Tenebrarum
- The Black Opera: Symphoniæ Mysteriorum in Laudem Tenebrarum
- A Call to Irons: A Tribute to Iron Maiden
- A Strange Illusion: The Tribute to Iron Maiden
- A Call To Irons: Tribute to Iron Maiden Vol. 1 & 2
- A Call to Irons Volumes 1 & 2: Tribute to Iron Maiden
- Anphisbena
- Black Metal
- The Call of the Wood
- Strix: Maledictae in aeternum
- Strix Maledicte in Aeternum