Turn,turn Hellhound, turn and face your death
Your bloodline is over. By the name of MacBeth
I command the throne, none can defy
None of woman born, None of woman born
Foolish tyrant, you have no days left
Ripped from the womb at my mother's death
I am the doom you face in your dreams
Let steel ring out. Damn thee who cries hold.
Your head my prize now. The prophecy foretold.
The tyrant's reign is at an end, Malcolm is king
All serve his name. Our solemn king.
Fate triumphs this day!
Thane to the Throne
- Thane of Cawdor
- King at a Price
- Bloody Crime
- The Premonitions
- Treachery's Stain
- Spectres of the Past
- Three Voices of Fate
- Hell to Pay
- The Prophecies (Fugue in ..
- Insanity's Mind
- Face of Fear
- Fall of Dunsinane
- Fate's Triumph
- The Downward Fall
- Tragedy of Macbeth