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In the halls of Târgoviște,

the throne has turned to dust,

betrayed by friend and foe alike,

Vlad falls to fate unjust.

The night is cold, the banners are torn,

his homeland lost, his title scorned,

with vengeance burning in his eyes

to Bogdan's court he rides.

...and he rides to Moldavia

where his uncle Bogdan reigns

a brief respite for him from Wallachia

from plotting boyars and their gains,

But treachery sealed Bogdan's fate,

slain by Petru Aron's sword.

Vlad had to escape again with Stephen the Great

to seek refuge in Hungary, from Hunyadi's court

Wallachia's soil, now it calls him,

a promise in the winter's breeze.

He'll bide his time and sharpen steel

amongst the foreign trees.

For years he grew in his hate,

beneath Hungarian sky.

But in his heart, a dragon wakes,

through the mountains of Transylvania it will fly.

From exile a promise he makes,

to reclaim his stolen crown,

Through fire and blood, his land awakes,

and he vows, his 2nd reign will be known.

The exile's road, a winding path,

through treachery and frost,

to reclaim his crown and his homeland

that is his blood,

and no matter what the cost.