Captured in youth by the Ottoman Empire,
Raised at the royal court as one of their own,
Educated and trained but also a prisoner of war,
He was their best but still an outsider
Impale the enemy,
Strike with fear
Prince Of Wallachia,
The dragon is near
The years that would follow determined his fate,
The heart of the prince was swollen with vengeance and hate,
Return to your home and reclaim the throne of your father,
Vlad the Impaler was hungry for blood and revenge
Impale the enemy,
Strike with fear
Prince Of Wallachia,
The dragon is near
Ride out to face the oppressor,
Destroy him once and for all
Crossing Romanian borders,
Don't follow me if you think of death
Attack in the night when the enemy's asleep,
Caught by surprise, we are turning the tide,
Charge from the woods, use the darkness for cover,
Tidal wave of hate for the enemy will suffer
Slain and battered the janissaries try to flee,
Look for survivors, set up the pikes and you will see
What happens when you defy the prince, a wasteland of impaled enemies,
Let fear do its job, bring terror to their hearts and be free
