Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revenge, artist - Rebellion. Album song Shakespeare's Macbeth, in the genre Эпический метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2014
Record label: Drakkar Entertainment
Song language: English
Revenge |
Macduff |
Who are you |
Once you were loyal |
Once you were true |
Run to England |
To stand against me |
I will burn your castle |
I will slay, your family |
How can I be loyal |
To a murderer that stole the crown |
How can I be loyal |
To a tvrant |
That takes my country down |
We’ll take revenge for all the lives you stole — |
Macbeth |
The sins you did in the end you’ll fall — |
Macbeth |
We’ll take revenge and put you down, in the |
End we’ll seize the crown |
I’ll take revenge for all the lives you stole — |
Macbeth |
Macduff |
Look and see |
Here are the bloody corpses |
Of your family |
Burried dead |
In a nameless grave |
My lust for blood |
Will make me safe |
I’ve cried a thousand tears |
In the shadows of the lonely night |
As the tears run dry |
You tyrant |
I know that I must fight |
Lo you, here she comes. |
This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. |
Observe her. |
Stand close |
You see her eyes are open |
Ay, but their sense are shut |
What is it she does now? |
Look how she rubs her hands |
It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. |
I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour |
Yet here’s a spot. |
Out, damned spot; |
out, I say. |
Hell is murky. |
Fie, my lord, |
fie, a soldier and afeard? |
What need we fear who knows it when none can call |
our power to account? |
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so |
much blood in him? |
… Macduff the Thane of Fife had a wife. |
Where is she now? |
What, will these hands ne’er be clean? |
No more o' that, my lord, |
no more o' that. |
No more |
What a sigh is there! |
The heart is sorely charged |
I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body |
Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. |
I tell you yet again, |
Banquo’s buried. |
He cannot come out on 's grave. |
To bed, to bed. |
There’s a knocking at the gate. |
Come, give me your hand. |
What’s done cannot be |
undone. |
To bed, to bed, to bed |