Demons rising

The crown , my deeds like a burden does it seem
i stand all alone in a dark and empty dream
[2]
such is the bitter taste
of the blarney outta hell
there was a life to waste
and the witches did it well
[3]
here as i sit
on a cold and empty throne
the thanes, most men
all have fled i am alone
[4]
such is the bitter taste
of my hopes about to fall
there was a life to waste
i see demons rising tall
[bridge:]
no use to run and hide
no use to run and hide
[ref.:]
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
[5]
still i am invincible
no fear in my heart there'll be
no man man of woman born
shall have power over me
[6]
yet there is a bitter taste
of the madness that did fall.
i had a life to waste
i see demons rising tall
[macbeth:] 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.
[young siward:] what is thy name?
[macbeth:] thou'lt be afraid to hear it.
[young siward:] no, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell.
[macbeth:] my name's macbeth.
[young siward:] the devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear.
[macbeth:] no, nor more fearful.
[young siward:] thou liest, abhorred tyrant. with my sword i'll prove the lie thou speak'st.
[they fight, and young siward is slain]
[macbeth:] thou wast born of woman, but swords i smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman bom.
[macbeth:] why should 1 play the roman fool, and die on mine own sword? whiles i see lives, the gashes do better upon them.
[enter macduff]
[macduff:] turn, hell-hound, turn.
[macbeth:] macduff, of all men else i have avoided thee. but get thee back. my soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
[macduff:] i have no words; my voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out.
[they fight]
[macbeth:] thou losest labour. 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.
[macduff:] despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.
[macbeth:] 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.
[macduff:] then yield thee, coward,
[macbeth:] 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.