Theatre of Horror - Revocation

Dragged before the blood court

Soon his fate shall be sealed

Will he be hanged from the gallows

Or broken upon the wheel?

The white staff of justice breaks before the condemned

And so it has been decreed by the sword he shall meet his end

Marched through the streets in your own funeral procession

The crimson banner, your epitaph

The bloodthirsty mob demands his head

Theatre of horror

A macabre spectacle

The final act in this drama of sin

The executioner awaits the command with sharpened steel in hand

Ready the sword, the time has come to render justice unto the damned

Smite at his neck, sever the head

Arterial spray showers the crowd in a brilliant flash of red

Marched through the streets in your own funeral procession

The crimson banner, your epitaph

Hands tightly bound behind your back

The crowd awaiting your final gasp

The bloodthirsty mob demands his head

Theatre of horror

A macabre spectacle

The final act in this drama of sin

Theatre of horror

A macabre spectacle

The final act in this drama of sin

Horrified spectators behold brutality

Grotesque entertainment, morbid curiosity