High up in the mountains of old Carpathia
Six hundred years ago [bad word] his world with a vicious hand
And he didn't [bad word] about oh no

Kings and queens and [bad word] Paid him tribute to stop him getting mad
And made sure they smiled when they handed over money
And had a drink to the good king Vlad

With his bold army from Transylvania
Nearly just as black heart as he
They slaughtered all nations that would not bow to him
It was a bloody sight to see

Priests and paupers sons and daughters
Show him respect or he'll nail on your hat
So give up your treasure and don't be sad
Just have drink to the good king Vlad

Fly the dragon flag stained in blood
Impale people every day
Long live the legend of this great king
His memory will never go away

All religions measured equally
Fell to nothing and gave all they had
So fill up your cup with the blood of his enemies
And have a drink to the good king Vlad