Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

Dragged before the court
his fate shall be sealed
Will he be hanged the gallows or broken upon the wheel?

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

Marched through the streets in your own procession
The banner, your epitaph
The bloodthirsty mob his head

of horror
A macabre

The final act in drama of sin

The executioner awaits the command sharpened steel in hand
Ready the sword, the has come to render justice unto the damned
Smite at his neck, the head
Arterial spray the crowd in a brilliant flash of red
Hands tightly bound your back
The crowd your final gasp
The mob demands his head

Horrified spectators brutality
Grotesque entertainment, curiosity