In his monk like years of imprisonment The Impaler conspired the most curious of tortures To claim vengeance to "The Order" And restore the power of the Wallachian Throne.
He took refuge in the shadows of night. With a lust for blood but not in vein. Blood & Soil No fear no remorse. This sacred earth belongs to the Dragon.
Calling the storms the sky opened up And swallowed the moon of the infidels Stakes in their hearts, Heads on display Anno Domini Kaziglu Bey.
And Still he returns from funereal stone. Escaping the grave for the Wallachian Throne.
