My fears in Banqou stick deep. Haunt my sleep. He knows the sister's prophecy. His smiles I can read. . For his breed, I've sold my soul. A fruitless crown can it be all.
I am the king now and I rule the land. Cruel is my anger fire blood and steel. Once there were houses where now ruins stand. Down in the dirt or my sword you will feel.
Darkness settles down on your spirit bound. By the fears eroding your mind. As the dead arise, they fix your eyes. And your secrecies they find. . You have got to know, you would sell your soul.
Hail, hail, hail Macbeth. . Macdonwald I'll take your head. And hold it to the sky. . Brothers look down in the valley. The traitors are strong, their numbers are great.
The crown, my deeds. Like a burden does it seem. I stand all alone. In a dark and empty dream. . Such is the bitter taste. Of the blarney outta hell. There was a life to waste.
Drifting in sleepless nightmares. Haunted by poisoned dreams. Washing your hands in the water. But the hands will never be clean. . Now you pay the price.