Demons Rising lyrics

Artist  : Rebellion 
Song : Demons Rising



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 [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.