The Black Dahlıa Murder - Vlad, Son Of The Dragon

Raise up the traitors
Higher 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 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