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 pastime 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 have 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 Dracula
I am the Devil's son
You will burn, now 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, now I choose
You must burn
They will learn, those like you
I'll make them learn
Kill them all
My righteous hand
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 pastime 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 have 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 Dracula
I am the Devil's son
You will burn, now 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, now I choose
You must burn
They will learn, those like you
I'll make them learn
Kill them all
My righteous hand
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Writer(s): Brian Eschbach, Trevor Strnad, Maxwell James Lavelle, Alan Michael Cassidy, Ryan Durell Knight
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