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Raise up the traitors,

higher and higher!

By order of rank,

then spark their funeral pyres.

Smelling the sumptuous stench,

of bowels emptying,

as my message is sent.

String up purveyors,

of weakness and lie,

who would seek to betray.

No pardons, eye for eye!

Torture a past time,

of bloodiest sorts.

I feel I should be thanked,

for those fiends I abort.

They will fear my very name,

I am the dragon's son!

High on a stake,

higher and higher!

How shameful a game,

to've watched such life expire.

Cleansing my own holocaust!

Tremble they will,

at the feet of their Gods!

Hang up subversives,

who question my guile.

Who should seek to oppose,

man, woman, beast or child.

Enemies sleep,

with half open eyes.

I shall reign all Wallachia,

with God on my side.

They will fear my very name:

Dracul!

I am the Devil's son.

You will burn,

how I choose.

You will burn!

Kill them all,

my righteous hand!

Rumor of my cruelties,

a wildfire through the lands.

To control the fear of your enemy,

you must bore your way inside their heads.

You will burn,

how I choose.

You must burn!

They will learn,

those like you.

I'll make them learn!

Kill them all,

my righteous hand!