Demons Rising lyrics

Song information

Artist: Rebellion
Album: A Tragedy In Steel - Shakespeare's Macbeth

Lyrics

[1]
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:]</i> 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:]</i> what is thy name?
[Macbeth:]</i> thou'lt be afraid to hear it
[Young siward:]</i> no, though thou call'st thyself a hotter name than any is in hell
[Macbeth:]</i> my name's macbeth
[Young siward:]</i> the devil himself could not pronounce a title more hateful to mine ear
[Macbeth:]</i> no, nor more fearful
[Young siward:]</i> thou liest, abhorred tyrant. with my sword I'll prove the lie thou speak'st

[They fight, and young siward is slain]

[Macbeth:]</i> thou wast born of woman, but swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, brandished by man that's of a woman bom
[Macbeth:]</i> 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:]</i> turn, hell-hound, turn
[Macbeth:]</i> 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> I have no words; my voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out

[They fight]

[Macbeth:]</i> 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:]</i> despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped
[Macbeth:]</i> 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:]</i> then yield thee, coward
[Macbeth:]</i> 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