Not long in life, Vlad Voda the Valah*
He pushed out? from ?ar? all hell,
Betrayed he fell, from the great Throne,
But when he returned, it rained blood!
And the word went to the whole earth,
What? Vlad even returns from the grave.
And any army? do i try to trample him
The cruelty of the beast will shoot him in the needles!
And the swords are rough, and the torment is heavy
When you see fields always full of bodies.< br/>?and the evil thought, from the heathen flag,
Returns from its mad death road.
And no one who hates it? in the chest
Wallachians are not welcome in the castle.
Who is ho? or a heathen among us
He will cry in a hole, stuck in the mud.

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