Within the walls of the castle With a twinkle she doth read The message from her husband About the sisters he had met Proclaimed as Thane of Cawdor Just as they have said The throne will surely await him In a future dark and red
A deep and black desire For the throne she had to see If by good or ill-willed council Done must be the prophecy But fearing her husband’s kindness To the Darkness she did speak Her spirit poured in the devil’s ears To be Queen was her dark wish
With the direst form of cruelty, and thick she sought her blood Serpents of the Abyss came forth, Her soul with hate did flood Her breasts she willfully offered! For with gall they were now filled As a whore she begged possession, as long as the King be killed
Thus she prayed for Darkness To bring forth the Smokes of Hell So that the fell deeds she was planning Would remain hidden by her spell
She sought her beloved husband And bade him to arise! To look like the innocent flower But to be a serpent in disguise
The Deathbell tolled for the King As the raven’s croak did sound The King entered Macbeth’s Castle Right into the Devil’s Ground And from behind the curtains Of the castle’s tallest tower Pitch black eyes were gleaming As the prey fell in her power…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
