MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands
My men and
I will make short work of it
Icy hand of death tight round his neck the whole world crumbles down
A loser in life this madness will end
When MacDuff's eyes grasp what
I've taken from him he will cower in pain
MacBeth will pay for what he has done
Malcolm I ask your help
Ten thousand troops shall storm
Dunsinane
Icy hand of death tight round his neck the whole world crumbles down
A loser in life this madness will end
Tonight Icy hand of death tight round his neck the whole world crumbles down
A loser in life this madness will end
MacBeth will rue the day that he dealt with a man such as
I Dunsinane shall fall as
I take his head
