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?