Letra Demons Rising de Rebellion original
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.