[1]

Drifting in sleepless nightmares

Haunted by poisoned dreams

Washing your hands in the water

But the hands will never be clean

[2]

Now you pay the price 

Your dreams drenched in blood

Now you realize 

You have gone too far



[Ref.:]

Claws of madness 

Holding your brain as they take you away

to the other

Side of sorrow

Where you pay what you owe



Claws of madness

Never ending pain drives you insane

you want to

Leave this world now

Death is kind you will find

[3]

Smile in the face of evil

Watching your life go by

Washing your hands in the water

God knows how you try

[4]

Whispers in your mind

Voices from far away

Can you hear them calling

Names from far away



[Narrator:]

After the suicide of his wife and companion in treason Macbeth must understand that Macduff has finally succeeded and put together an army large in numbers and determined to overthrow the tyrant - to purify the Scottish crown from the blood that was shed for it... his men flee from him... leaving him alone with his anger... his doubts and his sorrow...



[Macbeth:]

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.