After the fourth crusade all christian piety is gone 
And the greates commander against the muslim turks you have now become 

Kaziklu Bey - Stormbringer of fright 
Now show the world your might 
Impale your every foe with delight 
And let the frail deccend into eternal night 
Gather your armies for the decisive fight 
Your elite state is now in sight 

Stormwing infury with ten thousand men 
To teach the muslims a lession again 
In the part of Giurgiu their ambush will fail 
To Wallachia in chains the turks now grow pale 
With poles through their hodies they all now will die 
And the sultan Mohammed in anguish will cry 

At the forthcoming winter the war since long planned 
To spread the religion which the turks banned 
Went on all the way to the Black sea 
Where overwhelming armies forced Dracul to flee 
Kaziklu Bey Lord of bloodshed 
The infidely you dismembered 

Rise and conquer with your army you people from the turkish yake liberated 
After the battle at Giurgiu the deathfigure was 23809 turkish ears, noses and heads 

By poison the wells and burning the land 
Dracul only left ashes to the men from the sand 
While the peasants joined Dracul the turks heard the cry 
Of wolves and only saw vultures in the sky 

At the "terror night" Dracul striked the starved turks 
And killed thousand and thousand to complite their works 
Next morning the turks found Turgoviste in flames 
And a forest of Impaled men with turkish names 

Then he sultan gave up his conquering plan 
"What can we do against such a man?