Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

Dragged before the blood
Soon his shall be sealed
Will he be hanged from the gallows or upon the wheel?

The staff of justice breaks before the condemned
And so it has been decreed by the he shall meet his end

Marched the streets in your own funeral procession
The crimson banner, epitaph
The mob demands his head

of horror
A spectacle

The final act in drama of sin

The executioner awaits the command with steel in hand
Ready the sword, the time has come to render unto the damned
Smite at his neck, sever the
spray showers the crowd in a brilliant flash of red
Hands tightly bound behind back
The crowd awaiting your final
The bloodthirsty mob his head

spectators behold brutality
Grotesque entertainment, curiosity