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(Sighisoara, Transilvania in the year of 1431) All demons ride high upon the bewitching Nightsky They are only disturbed by a new-born child's painful cry Son of the great dragon, come forth to rule In all your glory, no man, no beast will be as cruel All the angels and the puny men of god looked away Frightened to death by the evil that was born on that day Dracul come forth, and see your son's soul is powerful Triumphantly holding his son, nothing could be as delightful In our order you are now, for the sake of your greatness You must murder the muslim turks in thousands, no less Let them feel our never-ending wrath and our steel We are men of god, so let them know it for real It's our mission to seek our enemies, and kill them one by one They must be destroyed in time, be sure to teach your new-born son We must bath in the blood of the vermins, called turks, to win The muslims are to be executed, for they live in great sin Sultan Murad
