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.