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"In the year of our Lord 1451, Sultan Murad II yielded to the hand of death. The vast empire passed into the hands of his son, Mehmed.

With relentless ambition, he turned his gaze upon Constantinople,

and the last bastion of Byzantium fell. Now he bears the will of conquest and his dread shadow is falling upon the ramparts of Christendom. None feel this peril more than Vlad Tepes, whose lands stand as the shield against the fury of the sultan."

Oh, woe to thee, Constantinople,

your golden domes shall shine no more,

your crosses fall beneath the scimitar,

and blood shall stain your marble floors,

beware, Christians, the Conqueror’s tread,

doom is approaching with his mighty hand

flee your cities, and guard all your walls,

for his saber makes our kingdoms fall

Throughout the old Thrace and Serbia,

the Christian blood is spilled,

from Trezibizond to Wallachia,

sultan's hunger is never filled

Oh, tremble, Wallachia, sound the bell,

the scourge of Christians is coming from hell

Oh, tremble, Anatolia, sound the bell,

for Mehmed's path is paved with flame.

Oh, tremble, Balkans, sound the bell,

time to raise up and defend

beware of his wrath, don't surrender before his name

Mehmed's cannons are roaring their fiery breath,

to the mighty Queen of the Cities, bringing ruin and death.

The devilish power of the conqueror Sultan is growing vast,

the worries grow in Târgoviște, how long will Wallachia last?

Oh, tremble, Wallachia, sound the bell,

the scourge and fire is coming from hell

Oh, tremble, Anatolia, sound the bell,

for Mehmed's path is paved with flame.

Oh, tremble, Balkans, sound the bell,

Time to raise up and defend!

Through his bloody years

there is only one man who he fears.

Under the sign of the devil, skinning and burning people alive.

His path is paved with terror, leaving oceans of blood behind.

The whole balkans will tremble as his darkness is rising in the skies.

The kingdoms wake up in terror when they see the Conqueror rise.