Rebellion

Rebellion - Demons Rising songtekst

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[1]

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 already.

[Macduff:] I have no words; My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out.



[They fight]



[Macbeth:] Thou losest labour. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield to one of woman born.

[Macduff:] Despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

[Macbeth:] Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, for it hath cowed my better part of man; and be these juggling fiends no more believed, that palter with us in a double sense, that keep the word of promise to our ear and break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.

[Macduff:] Then yield thee, coward,

[Macbeth:] I will not yield to kiss the ground before your feet, and to be baited with the rabble's curse.

Though thou opposed being of no woman born, yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries: "Hold, enough!" My fate may have turned to black but at least I 'II die with harness on my back.
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