Them winners who tread

The battle field

Grow deaf by horrifying anthem

Of human moans that has begun

The sharpened oil soaked stakes

Are begin occupied

By the defeated ones who claim

Mercy before the tyrant Vlad

Mercy, mercy, please kill us fast

Mercy, mercy, don't make us suffer

The impaler wants to eliminate

The invaders of his empire

The impaler wants to hear the cry

For mercy at this feet

The roaring of the wind

And the misteries of the night

Always take you towards victory

Your blessed sword under the order the dragon

Will never meet defeat