High up in his evil carpathian tower
Bert the impåler sits upon his skeletal throne
Surrounded by corpses, semlôr and kôrv, and ål, and krefts, and chäpphs
The turks are trying to steal all ov his kôrv
And he zcreams in terror
Vakter, vakter
De smiter med all min kôrv
Thus he pursues the tjyvs
To impale them with his grind grand kôrv
Flailing, screaming, the impaling of an reev
Conquered by his mighty might
Transylvania is now eye zkream
Kôrv
Kôrv
Kôrv
Så där som moomin
Kôrv
Ål