Them winners who tread The battle field Grow deaf by horrifying anthem Of human moans that has begun The sharpened oil soaked stakes Are begin occupied By the defeated ones who claim Mercy before the tyrant Vlad Mercy, mercy, please kill us fast Mercy, mercy, don't make us suffer The impaler wants to eliminate The invaders of his empire The impaler wants to hear the cry For mercy at this feet The roaring of the wind And the misteries of the night Always take you towards victory Your blessed sword under the order the dragon Will never meet defeat