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Evil death-monger, mad dog to be alain

A Kingdom he hold in his icy reign

Wizards say he lives but is dead

Don't fear stories, I'll have his head

Sword for hire, adventures for treasure

Golden ale and wenches for pleasure

Hired and paid by a raven haired queen

To allay the nightmares that haunt her dreams

Impaler

Paves the road with blood and bone

Impaler

Bow before his throne

The smell of death and dark are his own

He sees I'm near, he knows I'm alone

Traveled days through slime and mud

To face the man who thirsts for blood

General Vlad, warrior sinister

Spawned in hell, Satan's own minister

On the wind his ghosts they cry

Today's the day the Impaler dies.

Impaler

Paves the road with blood and bone

Impaler

Bow before his throne

Impaler, Impaler, Impaler, Impaler, Ha Ha Ha