Spectres Of The Past Lyrics
(MacBeth)Banquo is gone, his soul I feelMy eyes are closed his words are realSo much to ponder, so much has changedNot long ago I was a nobleman, now I am kingMy lady and my guests await me in honorMy thoughts haunt me inside on the path I've laidI shake with fear, his voice I hearBanquo is dead, now he's in my headHe haunts my night. He haunts my dayLeave my mind, my friend; leave my guilt, I prayLeave my lady; excuse our guests for you see I'm madRid with guilt I've slain my friend, lost the bond we hadI must flee to the witches' place and give my mind restI fear more murder to do; we'll be put to the test"MacBeth, MacBeth, MacBeth, Beware Macduff!Beware the thane of fife! Dismiss me. Enough."Be bloody, bold, and resolute. Laugh to scornthe power of man, for none of woman born shall harm MacBeth.""Be lion mettled, proud, and take no karewho chafs, who frets, or where conspirers are.MacBeth shall never vanquished be till mightyBirnam wood to high Dunsinane hill shall come against thee."
Jag Panzer Spectres Of The Past
