The crown , my deeds Like a burden does it seem
I stand all alone In a dark and empty dream
[2]
Such is the bitter taste
Of the blarney outta hell
There was a life to waste
And the witches did it well
[3]
Here as I sit
On a cold and empty throne
The thanes, most men
All have fled I am alone
[4]
Such is the bitter taste
Of my hopes about to fall
There was a life to waste
I see demons rising tall
[Bridge:]
No use to run and hide
No use to run and hide
[Ref.:]
Now as my dreams lie there in pieces
Where is the glory after all
Now as I stand amidst the ruins
I see demons rising tall
Demons rising tall
[5]
Still I am invincible
No fear in my heart there'll be
No man man of woman born
Shall have power over me
[6]
Yet there is a bitter taste
Of the madness that did fall.
I had a life to waste
I see demons rising tall
[Macbeth:] They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly, but bear-like I must fight the course. What's he that was not born of woman? Such a one am I to fear, or none.
[Young Siward:] What is thy name?
[Macbeth:] Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
[Young Siward:] No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell.
[Macbeth:] My name's Macbeth.
[Young Siward:] The devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.
[Macbeth:] No, nor more fearful.
[Young Siward:] Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[They fight, and young Siward is slain]
[Macbeth:] Thou wast born of woman, but swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman bom.
[Macbeth:] Why should 1 play the Roman fool, and die on mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon them.
[Enter Macduff]
[Macduff:] Turn, hell-hound, turn.
[Macbeth:] Macduff, of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with blood of thine alre
