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I raise my eyes at dead of night |
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I hear the silence moulding my body |
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I hear the damp and living ground throbbing |
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I belong to it. |
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I'm the guardian of this land, |
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I'm Dracula, |
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Prince of |
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Walacchia. |
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My name is synonymous with fear and terrorwhich |
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I sowed and grew and which |
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I fed on.I led an army of dead soldiersthat |
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I myself had raised from their graves. |
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I spread death and destruction. |
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Stifling smell of blood and excrements,desperate cries, sobs. |
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Thousands of corpses rotted in the sun. |
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Thousands of poles rose as |
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I passed.My head beheaded and laid down. |
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The law: my law. |
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I was Vlad, the |
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Impaler,nobody could obstruct my path. |
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And the powerful |
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Turks come in crowds. |
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And the new forest came up,forest of fright and blood. |
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And the sultan of gold and silkcame with his numerous army,thousand of persons were horribly impaledand crowds came, crowds of enemies. |
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And at the end |
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I was surrounded. |
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Chill, blood, horror of an irrepressible slaughter. |
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By then I was a prince without land. |
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And from the ground a whisper,the whisper of the dead, rose:"Dracula, please, come back!" |
