Vincent Cavanagh
  
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   |     WWW | E-mail |      Цитата |  В оффлайне  | IP Кстати не все "националь" тексты направлены против евреев  Вот например "анти турецкий"          Dracul Va Domni Din Nou In Transilvania    [Sighisoara, Transilvania in the year of 1431]    All demons ride high upon the bewitching Nightsky  They are only disturbed by a new-born child's painful cry  Son of the great dragon, come forth to rule  In all your glory, no man, no beast will be as cruel  All the angels and the puny men of god looked away  Frightened to death by the evil that was born on that day  Dracul come forth, and see your son's soul is powerful  Triumphantly holding his son, nothing could be as delightful  In our order you are now, for the sake of your greatness  You must murder the muslim turks in thousands, no less  Let them feel our never-ending wrath and our steel  We are men of god, so let them know it for real  It's our mission to seek our enemies, and kill them one by one  They must be destroyed in time, be sure to teach your new-born son  We must bath in the blood of the vermins, called turks, to win  The muslims are to be executed, for they live in great sin    Sultan Murad of the turks is getting more powerful each day  Dracul will not be one of them that for his mercy will pray  He must turn his back on his previous allies  And conspirate with the turks  Beware you all of the evil blood that in Dracul lurks  The holy Roman emperor will get angered with this  But Dracul must protect himself, it's a right of his  So feel the greedy claws of death, you weak men of god  Treacherous thoughts was the father of the berserker prince Vlad  (In the year of 1438)  Seven years of age is he and already in bloody war  His eyes do not turn away from all that death and gore  Father Dracul and brother Mircea are riding by his side  Proud he is of his warrior father, no matter he lied  Together with the turks, they ravaged through the land  Dragon and beast, devils and demons fighting hand-in-hand  Transilvania - You great home of ours  You they will crush, there is no good to help us    What feeds an evil mind?  What makes a man a man?  The deeds of death!    But greater stories are yet to be told..   
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 |  718 | Дата рег-ции 29 Дек., 2003 | Отправлено: 16:33 - 22 Мая, 2004  | Исправлено: Vincent Cavanagh - 22 Мая, 2004 (17:06)  | Перенесено: Jade Serpent - 11 Июля, 2006 (19:31) | 11 |  
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