After the fourth crusade all christian piety is gone And the greatest commander against the muslim turks you have now become
Kaziklu Bey - Stormbringer of fright Now show the world your might
Impale you every foe with delight And let the frail decend into eternal night Gather your armies for the decisive fight Your elite state is now in sight
Storming in fury with ten thousand men To teach the muslims a lession again In the port of Giurgiu their ambush will fail To Wallachia in chains the turks now grow pale With poles through their bodies they all now will die And the sultan Muhammed 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 blodshed The infidel you dismembered
Rise and conquer with your army you people from the turkish yoke 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 complicate their works Next morning the turks found Tirgoviste in flames And a forest of Impaled men with turkish names
The the sultan gave up his conquering plan "What can we do against such a man?"