Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

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

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

Marched through the in your own funeral procession
The crimson banner, your
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 to render justice unto the damned
Smite at his neck, sever the
Arterial spray showers the crowd in a brilliant of red
Hands tightly bound your back
The crowd awaiting final gasp
The mob demands his head

Horrified behold brutality
Grotesque entertainment, morbid