Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

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

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

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

of horror
A macabre

The final act in drama of sin

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

Horrified spectators brutality
Grotesque entertainment, curiosity