Cold winds of change were blowing, in a time of treachery
ambitions raged between the boyars, the Ottomans, and Hungary
Vlad II Dracul stood, in the center of this storm,
paying tribute to the Christian kings and the Ottomans,
but he couldn't side with both.
but he couldn't side with both.
With his ways he had earned him enemies on both sides,
a conspiracy to bring an end to his reign was born amongst the boyars.
assassinated by those he thought allies,
his blood was spilled under his homeland's sky,
and his eldest son Mircea;
blinded with a hot metal stick, and buried alive.
But somewhere near, in the darkness of the exile,
a patient flame of vengeance was burning.
Vlad III, the son of Dracul, the Mircea's brother
waited for his chance with his heart churning
when he would rise.
Towards the boyars his hatred grew,
And the winds of vengeance and war within him blew.
And the sultan would raise him on the Wallachian throne
but after 2 months Vlad III was overthrown.
He rode back to Edirne to ask for the sultan's help
but he realized the sultan was just another betrayer
so there was no one left.