Transcript (en)

What kind of man crawls into his own grave in search of hope? A desperate one. The Turks threatened to destroy my kingdom. With power like yours, I could stop them. Save my people. Save my family. How supremely noble, Lord Impaler. How's Dracul, son of the devil? You're mistaken. It means son of the dragon, protector of the innocent. Do your people know how many innocents you have killed? Was it hundreds? Yes. Lie to me again and I'll open you from your belly to your brain and feed you your intestines. Thousands. And when you put them to the stake, what did you feel? Shame? Horror? Power? Answer me! Nothing! I felt nothing. A greater crime than the act itself. Then why spill blood if not for the pleasure of it? Because men do not fear swords. They fear monsters. They run from them. By putting one village to the stake, I spared ten more. Sometimes the world no longer needs a hero. Sometimes what it needs is a monster. And you believe you know what it is to be a monster? Uh You have no idea But I'm going to show you For centuries these moldering walls have been my gallows And I'm bound to this cave, condemned by one who turned me Oh, and I have waited an eternity for a man of your strength Your gifts, your will A man worthy of the dark and all its powers For if I am your salvation, you are mine. Drink. You will have a taste of my power. The strength of a hundred men, the speed of a falling star, dominion over the night and all its creatures. To see and hear through their senses. Even heal grievous wounds. At what price? Once you drink, your thirst for human blood will be insatiable. But if you can resist for three days, you will return to your mortal state, having sampled my power and perhaps saved your people. And if I feed? The price would be worse than if you'd never stepped in here. For I will be set free.