[Sighisoara, Transilvania in the year of 1431]
All demons ride high upon the bewitching Nightsky
They are only disturbed by a new-born child's painful cry
Son of the great dragon, come forth to rule
In all your glory, no man, no beast will be as cruel
All the angels and the puny men of god looked away
Frightened to death by the evil that was born on that day
Dracul come forth, and see your son's soul is powerful
Triumphantly holding his son, nothing could be as delightful
In our order you are now, for the sake of your greatness
You must murder the muslim turks in thousands, no less
Let them feel our never-ending wrath and our steel
We are men of god, so let them know it for real
It's our mission to seek our enemies, and kill them one by one
They must be destroyed in time, be sure to teach your new-born son
We must bath in the blood of the vermins, called turks, to win
The muslims are to be executed, for they live in great sin