Spectres Of The Past Lyrics - Jag Panzer

[Broderick / Conklin] 

[MacBeth] 

Banquo is gone, his soul I feel 

My eyes are closed his words are real 

So much to ponder, so much has changed 

Not long ago I was a nobleman, now I am king 

My lady and my guests await me in honor 

My thoughts haunt me inside on the path I've laid 

I shake with fear, his voice I hear 

Banquo is dead, now he's in my head 

He haunts my night. He haunts my day 

Leave my mind, my friend; leave my guilt, I pray 

Leave my lady; excuse our guests for you see I'm mad 

Rid with guilt I've slain my friend, lost the bond we had 

I must flee to the witches' place and give my mind rest 

I fear more murder to do; we'll be put to the test