Prince Of Many Faces Lyrics
Embraced by dark cold windsSurrounded by corpses impaled on stakesThe stench of death is in the airOh, Carpathian hills…Where screams of pain forever echoesA warlord born in the city of SighosoaraSon of the tyrant DraculPossessed to see bloodshed, shredded humans in painIllotal, powerful and greatOh, Carpathian hills…Where littered humans’ agony is revealedVlad TepesHis father Dracul was murderedAnd the brother Mircea buried aliveHis first wife committed suicideA flame of hatred burning in his eyesPrince of many facesA warlord, lord of WallachiaHigh seated in the town of TirgovisteTransylvanian horrorBlood was on his handsWallachian warlordPrince of many faces
Taetre Prince Of Many Faces
