Prince Of Wallachia

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.