In times forgotten by the world now*
Through road dust,
When shields and swords fought ceaselessly,
Through blood and hell,
They dreamed of a empty world? of death,
Forgotten? of evil.
Story heroes lived then
and indeed there were many,
But a greater one always watched
Under the flag of hard.
He, Vlad Vod? ?epe?, forgotten father
From the falling years.

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