1450s A.D., the Ottoman incursions. Led by their Sultan, Mehmed the Conqueror, Muslim turks swept the east Europe with their vast superior force. As Constantinople fell in 1453, Hagia Sophia was turned into a mosque, all christendoms were under threat.

Order of the Dragon, the sacred chivalric force founded by Holy Roman Emperor Sigismund himself, dedicated to halt the Ottoman advance into Europe, Defend Catholic Church from heretics and pagans. Among them, there was the Voivode of Wallachia A noble first class member, who received sobriquet name of the dragon, from his Romanian folks Vlad Dracul, the Dragon But faith, was such a vain word in front of the Conqueror After the fail of the crusade in Transylvania Dracul was captured and later released by the turks With the price of his sons kept as hostages. Dracula, Son of the Dragon Pain awaits you Dracula, Son of the Dragon Loneliness awaits you Another campaign was launched, Crusade of Varna By supporting the attack, Dracul put his sons in danger “My sons were butchered for the sake of Christian peace” Dracul was convinced, this was the choice he made Dracula, Son of the Dragon Suffer awaits you Dracula, Son of the Dragon Abuse awaits you Death, was such a menial punishment Compared with what you can live through Inside the prison of the Ottoman Empire A court with traditional practice of Sodomy For years he suffered, knowing that one day he will have the payback Dracula, Son of the Dragon Power awaits you Dracula, Son of the Dragon Legends await you Dracula, Son of the Dragon Power awaits you Dracula, Son of the Dragon Legends await you Dracula, Son of the Dragon Vengeance awaits you

Year 1457, winter season of Wallachia Snow there were soaked with blood Once a young prince hostage Now succeeded his rightful throne Ruling with unprecedented power He wiped out the class of boyars Under his command, those unpatriotic nobles Were skinned alive, and hacked into pieces No, not enough! Compare to what he had suffered For the usurpers among them He introduced a new penalty To torture and display them The slow and humiliating death of impalement Under his reign of blood, a strong and united nation was created No, not enough! Compare to what he had suffered Then, in 1460, two envoys were sent from the Sultan Seeking peace and homage from Dracula “When they kneel down in front of him, they bowed out of respect. But they didn’t take off their hats for that’s their costume” 
Being a reasonable and understanding tyrant Dracula let them kept the hats on and ordered “Make sure they can never take it off!”

The monks awoke in the cold dark dungeon, under the ground of Bran castle in Wallachia. For days they’ve been imprisoned by the bloody tyrant whose notorious name that no one dare to utter — Vlad Dracula! Brother Hans, Brother Michael and Novice Jacob The misery awaits them will tell a gory mediaeval history Noises arose from outside, though the only window, they could see three stakes were being placed in front of their cell Michael recognized this instrument He stared tell that horrible tale of their keeper Year 1462, Sultan of the Ottoman Empire invades Wallachia, Dracula sent messages and waited for the reenforcement, but no response from the Holy Roman Empire, Vlad was forsaken by his Christian allies! So he turned to his own people Most of them were just farmers, traders and herders they were captured tortured, with his favorite execution an extreme penalty he used on the usurpers — Impalement! Greases was put on the surface of a stake, inserted anally as deep as it could. The victim will be then lifted up and slowly slide down, killed by this slowly painful process, until the stake pop out from somewhere else On the day of the brutal massacre, the tyrant brought his throne to the execution and watched it happen The smell of the blood aroused his appetite So he put on a table and started feast When turks arrived, they saw the most sickening sight A forest of the Vlad’s victims, all demised in horrible painful death! Eger o kendi kanlarina Boyle yaparsa bize ne yapicak? (He can do this to his own people, what the hell he is going to do with us?) The Sultan himself was brought to the front of the army And saw this ghastly scene by himself He then told his generals, “we can’t defeat this man” The Ottoman army turned their tails For days and nights the prisoners stared at stake Worrying about their own fate Finally the time has come, they were brought to Dracula’s throne “You, come closer” tyrant speaks to Jacob “Tell me where do you think I will go after I die?” Jacob’s voice froze, he helplessly looks around “Answer me!!! Before I kill you slowly!” “Let me answer you my lord” “Go on” “I know you’ll obtain salvation, no one else could defend a modest country like Wallachia against Islam. Men on earth have misunderstood you, but in heaven, you shall be vindicated.” “Goodbye.” “No! Please, no! My lord, no!” As Michael was dragging out by the guards, his pathetic scream echos in the hall. Vlad stood up, and came closer to Jacob “So little one, will you lie to me too? Where will I go when I die?” “Enough!” Hans screams, “Prepare your stake for me, you kill in the name of god, but you will never ever meet him, you belong to the darkest corner of hell, weak, powerless and unfeared!” “What are you waiting for!!!???” As Dracula roared, the guards took Hans down and pulled open his legs. The raging tyrant grabbed a stake himself, impaled Hans by his own hands! Hans’s scream echos in the hall, his blood carpet the tiles and soaked tyrant’s rob As he whimpering and twitching on the stake, Dracula turned to Jacob for the third time “Now you, tell me! Where I will go when I die?”

As the sands of time fall, warlike days met their end. History became legend and myth, and finally, nourishment for the mind of the novelist. And for all the blood once spilled upon these lands, their names will be remembered as nothing but history, among the mist of Carpathians.

My friend. Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. At the Borgo Pass, my carriage will await you and bring you to me. I trust your journey from London has been a happy one and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land. — Your friend, D. Roaring train, under the blood red sky Passing through the desolate mountains With the gaze of my clairvoyants eyes Roam into the mist of Carpathians Closing to the point of no return Borgo Pass, the gateway to my realm Rolling thunder and howl of the wolves Profile of a black carriage appears from the dark Carriage fleeting on the meandering rugged mountain road, as the obscured moon sails through the black clouds, and shadows of twisted trees entangled with velvet darkness Whimper of the beasts is now getting closer In the dark they appeared, cold green eyes and fangs of silver Chasing by the wolves. Run! Into the blue infernal The iron castle gate is now shut, let the shadows dance and begin the masquerade of vampire nosferatu Bewitched by the ancient spell Shadows stirring in the dark Descending in temptation Succumb to the charms of my sweet angels of sin in tonight’s wolves’ symphony Enjoy your stay and your demise in my beautiful land the first battle field for my war with the god Above these blood soaked soils of Transylvania the curse of the vampire nosferatu will last till the end of time The torment and impalement shall befall once more When the children of the night unfold their wings the cross will fall and the dragon shall rise For the blood is the life and it shall be mine Sângele este viața... (The blood is the life…)

The string of my thoughts vibrating being called back from the void, As eclipse befall these lands again I come back to this world of living, After millenniums of sleep I, awakened by this demise of the light The power within me rising As my petrified old flesh shattered I unfold my wings again My abysmal eyes opened In the dim sight of mine I saw the fading of the moon and the grace of this dying beauty As the black velvet covering her immaculate body I heard the cadence of her last breath Step again on these ancient lands I was reborned and became stronger Even amazed myself By the mighty I have become The forest is whispering my name Nocturnal concerto of the beasts rising, the creatures paying their homages to me. The the cold wind embraces me And bring me scents of the livings Thirst of blood rise within me again As my roar echoing in those old mountains I spread my wings and embrace the night sky