Rebellion - Demons Rising 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:] 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.