The Raveness The Plucky Prince Vlad lyrics

Once upon a time there lived a Prince- whom some did dare
not speak of since enforcing the thought that he was mad,
but when truth told of this tale of old, mad he was not just
big and bad.

He was the cruel Transylvanian son from the branch
Basarab and a marvel to the House of Draculesti, the valiant
Vlad and what is his torture method most favoured? Well of
course, the human kebab.

Scaling out pathways of the forest, with his most trusted
knightly fellows and through heavenly faith be appointed the
direction of where hell is.

Bram Stokers so called vampire with a battering ram to
one's rear entrance in the form of a stake prepared to kick in
the back door of ones gluteus maximus.

Using a spike to slice the organ functions that we call our
insides henceforth to the face and through mouth shall begin
another of his raids. Ah ha! Open wide, cursed be your pride
but if one hurts the people then, one dies.

Beware Ottoman riding hoods for the big bad wolf is out
scouring the woods praying upon all who prove to be as

narrow as the creek with minor brain waves whose respect
and tributary is beyond weak.

Clownish man whose head shall he split in overwhelming
distress as blood in panic will gush, I warn you damsels
when it comes the wind will rush as the rat darts in spear
form up your dress, and the empire is proven to be nothing
but an inferior Turkish mess.

Propel through the skull shall the ottoman cull as a hundred
assemble into a thousand. Pulling crimson cloak over the
field for he will never yield as long as you tread upon his
land.

His heart crafted in the form of the blacksmith's shield as
the opponents bares the sound of the dead. Not a single
beat, the rhythm of defeat and the melody of a civilization
crippled.

He was the father of cool with the bravery and soul of a
Roman, all know him best as the impaler Dracul bringing
order in the form of the dragon.