• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Dracole Wayda - Marduk
• The Warcult - God Dethroned
• Dracole Waide - Theatres Des Vampires
• True Gold - Telling

Back in Transilvania to be met by the news
Which stuck the christian world as a blaze
Konstantinopel has fallen into the hands of the turks
And the emperor Konstantin is dead
The fear of the turks is growing but the sword of Dracul
Will show the muslims the reapers face
Vlad now took shelter in Sibiu so the coloured ones
Couldn't manage to get his head
A servant of god in league with Satan
A christian crusader who made the angels cry
A defender of moral and faith with nature bread by hellspawn
As driven by demonforces his army the muslims and christians defy
But four years after his departure from the town Vlad appeared outside
town
In the forest cold haze
His wallachian army slaughtered, tortured and plundered Sibiu
As raging demons terror they spread
Teared apart, impaled on poles now ten thousand of his countrymen
into the afterworld gaze
Maimed and scatterd a few survivors, always to remember this day
Out into the night fled
A servant of god...
Dracul now repair his castle which the tartars centuries ago
Made a rampaged place
"His clothes had to work til the clothes fell from their bodies"
An old chronicle said
From Poenari Vlad rules with an iron hand and his strife for power
Leaves a bloodstained trace
The boyars was gathered for a meeting and soon on poles
They dying blead
To cherish the soulds of his subjects
In fear of divine punishment and hells embrace
Dracul raised abbeys and supported the church as a sign
To the goodwill he god offered
But the mortals he by orgys of bloodshed and torture
Made clear that they Vlad had to praise
Eternal death to thee who had the nerv
To not the voivod and inquisitor dread

Bone collector, death extractor
Splatter death, hammer death
Razor sharp tentacles crawling up your ass
We are the war cult
Time bomb intellectuals
New millennium battle bots
Squeeze out your brains
Hoax virus infected megalomaniac
We are the war cult
We are the shit for brains
We are the war cult
The poison in your brain
Like a landmine in your grave
We are the war cult
The poison in your brain
Like a landmine in your grave
Bone collector, death extractor
Splatter death, hammer death
Razor sharp tentacles crawling up your ass
We are the war cult
Time bomb intellectuals
New millennium battle bots
Squeeze out your brains
Hoax virus infected megalomaniac
We are the war cult

Iohannis Dragulae immanis atque nefanda crudelitas eiusque
In regem Hungariae deprehensa perfidia et tandem captivitas...
Aex tremandae maiestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis
Salva me, fons pietatis, Rex tremandae maiestatis
"Hie faght sic hangar ein graussemliche erschrockenliche hyrstorien,
von dem wilden wutrich Dracole weyde
wie er die leut gespist hot epraten un[d] mit den haubtern yn eine kesel gesotten"
"Item er lies allen petlern ein gut mol geben
Noch dem mol likes er sie in dem stadel dorynnen sy gessen hetten alle verbrennen
Er meynt sy essen den luten das yr umb suns tab und kunden das nit verdiene(n)"
My hands cut off the heads and bring the law! My law!
Violence...this is the greatest freedom! Violence!
John the Baptist uses water to baptize...I will baptise you with BLOOD!
Utrum tentare sit proprium diaboli!
Rex tremandae maiestis, qui salvandos salvas gratis,
Salva me, fons pietatis, Rex tremandae maistatis!
"I am Dracula. And I bid you welcome to my house, come in
the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest."
Hail Dracul! Rex Mortis! Imperator Mundi! Sic transit Gloria mundi!
I will kill you in the name of my justice! Only my justice!
Empty! Desert! An empty desert, a desert empty!
Diabolus, daemon, inimicus, tyrannus, spiritus fornicationis!

Some days you feel like giving up
Staring into the empty cup
Loneliness is no reward for losing
Another promise broken
And one more useless token
So many ways to lose as there is for choosing.
Falling and speechless, alone and then
Laughing at secrets of hope again.
Love comes for some like a fool's gold
Some keep searching for something shining to have and to hold
Mining for TRUE GOLD
Trying to find TRUE GOLD
Truth and lies fall into the heart
The two are hard to tell apart
Something true is all you're thinking of
Sometimes it seems like too much to ask
Such an ill-forsaken task
That's just trying to find someone to love
Falling and speechless, alone and then
Laughing at secrets of hope again.
Love comes for some like a fool's gold
Some keep searching for something shining to have and to hold
Mining for TRUE GOLD
Trying to find TRUE GOLD