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