Demons Rising Lyrics - Singles - Rebellion

The crown, my deeds 

Like a burden does it seem 

I stand all alone 

In a dark and empty dream 

Such is the bitter taste 

Of the blarney outta hell 

There was a life to waste 

And the witches did it well 

Here as I sit 

On a cold and empty throne 

The thanes, most men 

All have fled, I am alone 

Such is the bitter taste 

Of my hopes about to fall 

There was a life to waste 

I see demons rising tall 

No use to run and hide 

No use to run and hide 

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 

Still I am invincible 

No fear in my heart there'll be 

No man, man of woman born 

Shall have power over me 

Yet there is a bitter taste 

Of the madness that did fall 

I had a life to waste 

I see demons rising tall 

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 

What is thy name? 

Thou'lt be afraid to hear it 

No, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell 

My name's Macbeth 

The devil himself could not pronounce 

A title more hateful to mine ear 

No, nor more fearful, thou liest, abhorred tyrant 

With my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st 

Thou wast born of woman, but swords I smile at 

Weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman born 

Why should 1 play the Roman fool, and die on mine own sword? 

Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon them 

Turn, hell-hound, turn 

Macduff, of all men else I have avoided thee 

But get thee back, my soul is too much charged 

With blood of thine already 

I have no words, my voice is in my sword 

Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out 

Thou losest labor, 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 

Despair thy charm and let the angel whom thou 

Still hast served tell thee Macduff 

Was from his mother's womb untimely ripped 

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 

Then yield thee, coward, 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