Demons Rising Lyrics

Demons Rising lyrics

[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:]</i> 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:]</i> What is thy name?

[Macbeth:]</i> Thou'lt be afraid to hear it.

[Young Siward:]</i> No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than
any is in hell.

[Macbeth:]</i> My name's Macbeth.

[Young Siward:]</i> The devil himself could not pronounce a title more
hateful to mine ear.

[Macbeth:]</i> No, nor more fearful.

[Young Siward:]</i> Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my sword I'll prove
the lie thou speak'st.



[They fight, and young Siward is slain]



[Macbeth:]</i> Thou wast born of woman, but swords I smile at, weapons
laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman bom.

[Macbeth:]</i> 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:]</i> Turn, hell-hound, turn.

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



[They fight]



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

[Macbeth:]</i> 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:]</i> Then yield thee, coward,

[Macbeth:]</i> 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.