Something Wicked
Something Wicked this way comes
Do you hear the sound of funeral drums
In majesty madness runs
By the pricking of thy thumb
Something wicked this way comes
These hands run red with royal blood
Will that sweet slumber ever come
Was ever fate man's to command
In deed a king now joins the damned
A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Forsaken bloody spout
Can't wash this evil out
Now paranoia drives me mad
Kill every threat to me
Half promised prophecy
Forsaken dreams now haunt my bed
Full is scorpions is my mind
I dance with fair and fouler kind
A dagger calls to me
So murder, it shall be
Days of sleep are far behind
Over the dead I build my throne
On bloody treachery, steel, and stone
I see their ghosts walking my halls
My fate is written on the walls
A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Forsaken bloody spout
Can't wash this evil out
Now paranoia drives me mad
Kill every threat to me
Half promised prophecy
Forsaken dreams now haunt my bed
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come
Be bloody, bold, and resolute
Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him
A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Forsaken bloody spout
Can't wash this evil out
Now paranoia drives me mad
Kill every threat to me
Half promised prophecy
Forsaken dreams now haunt my bed
Forever bloodied blades
A walking shadow fades
The sound and fury heard no more
Tomorrow, and tomorrow
Days wrought with death and sorrow
These hands are stained forevermore
Do you hear the sound of funeral drums
In majesty madness runs
By the pricking of thy thumb
Something wicked this way comes
These hands run red with royal blood
Will that sweet slumber ever come
Was ever fate man's to command
In deed a king now joins the damned
A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Forsaken bloody spout
Can't wash this evil out
Now paranoia drives me mad
Kill every threat to me
Half promised prophecy
Forsaken dreams now haunt my bed
Full is scorpions is my mind
I dance with fair and fouler kind
A dagger calls to me
So murder, it shall be
Days of sleep are far behind
Over the dead I build my throne
On bloody treachery, steel, and stone
I see their ghosts walking my halls
My fate is written on the walls
A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Forsaken bloody spout
Can't wash this evil out
Now paranoia drives me mad
Kill every threat to me
Half promised prophecy
Forsaken dreams now haunt my bed
All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter
A drum, a drum!
Macbeth doth come
Be bloody, bold, and resolute
Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born
Shall harm Macbeth
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are
Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him
A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands
Prophetic words you see
Disposed the sisters three
To wield a bitter king's command
Forsaken bloody spout
Can't wash this evil out
Now paranoia drives me mad
Kill every threat to me
Half promised prophecy
Forsaken dreams now haunt my bed
Forever bloodied blades
A walking shadow fades
The sound and fury heard no more
Tomorrow, and tomorrow
Days wrought with death and sorrow
These hands are stained forevermore
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Writer(s): Nathan Shapiro
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