How did I get this limp. What is this feeble body. What is
this place I am in. How could I settle for this. Where is my
pride and my wits. They cut my limbs and now I'm just
hunger and means with no end.
Where is my strength. I couldn't move with a gun to my
head. Where are my eyes. I have no vision my senses are
dead. The earth is laid out before me. And I cower in my
burrow. A shadow of what I once was I expound myself
to the world.
There was a time when I suffered. My pain was a glimmer-
ing light. It guided my way through a dark and abusing
and endless night. In a state of indecipherable passion
I ignited the hearts of men. I burned their bodies and I
burned their minds.
I used to send young men to their graves. I used to be
the hand that saves. I used to torture and kill whoever
questioned the right of my ways. I counted my foes by
the thousand. I never strayed from the paths I'd found.
I walked on streets paved with corpses. My feet never
touched the ground.
Now I just want you to know Vlad Tepes was my bitch.
I lay your cities in ashes. I cut the skin from your bones.
I left your children for dead in the smouldering ruins of
your homes. I swam in rivers of blood. I lay face down in
the mud. I counted my deaths like you count the hairs
on your ugly head.
Now I just want you to know Vlad Tepes was my bitch.