Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

Dragged the blood court
Soon his fate shall be
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 sword he meet his end

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

Theatre of
A spectacle

The final act in this of sin

The executioner awaits the command with sharpened in hand
Ready the sword, the time has come to render justice the damned
at his neck, sever the head
Arterial spray showers the crowd in a flash of red
Hands tightly bound behind back
The crowd awaiting final gasp
The mob demands his head

Horrified spectators behold
entertainment, morbid curiosity