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- - - SON OF THE DRAGON - - -
'Neath the Transylvanian moon
A forthcoming doom
The dragon's son
And ballads sung
The Impaler burst from his mother's womb
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Born under a starless night
It seemed all of Christendom
Came to see the new born beast
But God was seven days too late
To the feasting plate
The Impaler
In the cradle
Rocked in peaceful dreams born of hate
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Grew through different seasons
Took his place in Christendom
Dracul's pride soared to new heights
A Templar Lord in holy war
With a horde against our Lord
Enemies staked to hang and bake
Beholden in the wake
Of Vlad the Impaler
Cemetery winds blew across the field
Signifying the victories, atrocities
Of the son of the Dragon
Dracul slept in burial shrouds
Buried betwixt grounds
Saturated
Consecrated
Where ancient holy words resound
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Legends regaled in the night
Great lord of Wallachia
And the tales of blood drenched gore
A Templar Lord in holy war
With a horde against our Lord
Enemies staked to hang and bake
Beholden in the wake
Of Vlad the Impaler
Cemetery winds blew across the field
Signifying the victories, atrocities
Of the son of the Dragon
(c) 2015 Frank Green
A forthcoming doom
The dragon's son
And ballads sung
The Impaler burst from his mother's womb
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Born under a starless night
It seemed all of Christendom
Came to see the new born beast
But God was seven days too late
To the feasting plate
The Impaler
In the cradle
Rocked in peaceful dreams born of hate
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Grew through different seasons
Took his place in Christendom
Dracul's pride soared to new heights
A Templar Lord in holy war
With a horde against our Lord
Enemies staked to hang and bake
Beholden in the wake
Of Vlad the Impaler
Cemetery winds blew across the field
Signifying the victories, atrocities
Of the son of the Dragon
Dracul slept in burial shrouds
Buried betwixt grounds
Saturated
Consecrated
Where ancient holy words resound
The offspring of Vlad Dracul
Legends regaled in the night
Great lord of Wallachia
And the tales of blood drenched gore
A Templar Lord in holy war
With a horde against our Lord
Enemies staked to hang and bake
Beholden in the wake
Of Vlad the Impaler
Cemetery winds blew across the field
Signifying the victories, atrocities
Of the son of the Dragon
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 14th Jul 2015
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