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VAMPURIFICATION

As a human I stood before god and graced him my sword and life.
My blood fell in his name and word.
I learned to destroy without any hesitation or regret.
Left on my own, re-grown, now god bows to me.

Vlad Dracul seizing his throne,
To up-keep his moral code.
Threats from all sides don’t seem to faze him,
Just as long as he tortures and impales them.
Slow and painful the way it should be,
So the victim won’t die of shock.
Drawn and quartered or
A sharpened pole is slid in the ass
And out through the mouth - Impaled.

In times like these there will be no crime.
20,000 corpses lining the city walls.
20,000 examples should be enough.
You will be 20,001.
Men, women, and children will all be the same.
Cross the line, you will forfeit your life.

He placed a golden cup in the square.
Take a drink from it, but leave it there.
Cheat on your husband; he’ll cut off your tits.
Impale you through the cunt and up through your mouth.
Almost utopia or just plain Hell.
Don’t fuck with anything or Vlad will get you.

At the royal banquet with sick and old,
The beggars, they would give him a toast.
When he asked “Would you like to be without cares,
Lacking nothing in this world?”
They said yes. Burn them.

Nobody made it out alive.
This was the end of their problems and pride.
I did this so no one will be poor in my realm.
A promise is a promise.

I am Vlad.

Am I fair or a monster?
I’m just trying to do the best for all mankind.
Let me do my own thing.

I will set you free,
For I am the son of the Devil.
As legends give birth to a new god.