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 decreed by the sword he shall meet his end

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

of horror
A spectacle

The act in this drama of sin

The executioner awaits the command with sharpened steel in
Ready the sword, the time has to render justice unto the damned
Smite at his neck, the head
Arterial showers the crowd in a brilliant flash of red
Hands tightly bound behind back
The crowd awaiting your gasp
The bloodthirsty mob demands his

Horrified behold brutality
entertainment, morbid curiosity