Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

Dragged before the blood
Soon his fate shall be
Will he be hanged from the gallows or broken the wheel?

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

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

of horror
A spectacle

The final act in drama of sin

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

Horrified behold brutality
Grotesque entertainment, morbid