Vlad Tepes - Walachian Tyrant | Текст песни

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• Vlad Tepes
• Walachian Tyrant

For centuries hatred blood flows
Sacrifices begin when the bad moon
Below our darkened souls rise in the red sky
Feeble & slaves burn on my unholy ground
Crosses are hung - Torture makes cries !
Impaling & whipping - Hatred fills my eyes !
Thou tyrant rule !

The black sun is falling under the black clouds
The shadow of my darkened castle
Invades the valley as Darkness
And fog kill life & light !
This realm becomes ours as the funeral
Red moon lights my stone grave
In the Dark War !

My armies of souls take possession
Of the blackest storms
As my feeble slaves are raped
Blazes reap the land until another night…
We are the demons - The blackest demons
We create fire - We create ice !
In hatred !