Gypsy, Count, and Fiend
He was born to a woman of a Romani clan,
His mother left her people for the love of a man.
Father was crowned nobility,
Blood became his conquest,
A servant of the Dragon from his infancy.
Gypsy, Count, and fiend;
A legacy of sacrifice and sin,
They call him,
Gypsy, Count, and fiend;
And legends say when his kindred speak his name,
That he will live again.
Raised by the wicked, fled from their hand.
Claimed again the rightful crown of his land.
Fled for fear of power and life;
Held again a prisoner,
And cunning took the captor's daughter to wife.
Gypsy, Count, and fiend;
A legacy of sacrifice and sin.
They call him,
Gypsy, Count, and fiend;
And legends say when his kindred speak his name,
That he will live again.
Never knew justice, but he ruled the realm
With fair and vicious hand;
Centuries later and the kingdom's yearning
For the one that fell from noble stand;
Cruel saviour of their land.
He was born to a woman of a Romani clan,
His mother left her people for the love of a man.
Father was crowned nobility.
Blood remains his trademark,
Staining Transylvania at his decree.
Gypsy, Count, and fiend;
A legacy of sacrifice and sin.
They called him,
Gypsy, Count, and fiend;
And legends say when his kindred speak his name,
That he will live again.