Luyện nghe bài hát Theatre of Horror

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

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

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

Theatre of
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
at his neck, sever the head
Arterial spray showers the in a brilliant flash of red
Hands tightly bound your back
The crowd awaiting final gasp
The mob demands his head

Horrified spectators brutality
Grotesque entertainment, morbid