Under The Sign Of The Red Dragon

I raise my eyes at dead of night<br>I hear the silence moulding my body<br>I hear the damp and living ground throbbing<br>I belong to it.<br>I`m the guardian of this land,<br>I`m Dracula, Prince of Walacchia.<br>My name is synonymous with fear and terror<br>which I sowed and grew and which I fed on.<br>I led an army of dead soldiers<br>that I myself had raised from their graves.<br>I spread death and destruction.<br>Stifling smell of blood and excrements,<br>desperate cries, sobs.<br>Thousands of corpses rotted in the sun.<br>Thousands of poles rose as I passed.<br>My head beheaded and laid down.<br>The law: my law.<br>I was Vlad, the Impaler,<br>nobody could obstruct my path.<br>And the powerful Turks come in crowds.<br>And the new forest came up,<br>forest of fright and blood.<br>And the sultan of gold and silk<br>came with his numerous army,<br>thousand of persons were horribly impaled<br>and crowds came, crowds of enemies.<br>And at the end I was surrounded.<br>Chill, blood, horror of an irrepressible slaughter.<br>By then I was a prince without land.<br>And from the ground a whisper,<br>the whisper of the dead, rose:<br>"Dracula, please, come back!"