Revenge lyrics

Artist  : Rebellion 
Song : Revenge



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 [1]

Macduff

Who are you

Once you were loyal

Once you were true



Run to England

To stand against me

I will burn your castle

I will slay, your family

[2]

How can I be loyal

To a murderer that stole the crown

How can I be loyal

To a tvrant 

That takes my country down



[Ref:]

We'll take revenge for all the lives you stole
-

Macbeth 

The sins you did in the end you'll fall -

Macbeth 

We'll take revenge and put you down, in the

end we'll seize the crown

I'll take revenge for all the lives you stole
-

Macbeth



[3]

Macduff 

Look and see

Here are the bloody corpses 

of your family

Burried dead

In a nameless grave

My lust for blood

Will make me safe

[4]

I've cried a thousand tears

In the shadows of the lonely night

As the tears run dry

You tyrant

I know that I must fight



[Gentlewoman:]</i> Lo you, here she comes.
This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast
asleep. Observe her. Stand close.

[Doctor:]</i> You see her eyes are
open.

[Gentlewoman:]</i> Ay, but their sense are
shut.

[Doctor:]</i> What is it she does now? Look
how she rubs her hands.

[Gentlewoman:]</i> It is an accustomed
action with her, to seem thus washing her hands.
I have known her continue in this a quarter of an
hour.

[Lady Macbeth:]</i> Yet here's a spot. Out,
damned spot; out, I say. Hell is murky. Fie, my
lord, fie, a soldier and afeard? What need we
fear who knows it when none can call our power to
account? Yet who would have thought the old man to
have had so much blood in him? ... Macduff the
Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What,
will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that,
my lord, no more o' that. No more

[Doctor:]</i> What a sigh is there! The
heart is sorely charged.

[Gentlewoman:]</i> I would not have such a
heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole
body.

[Lady Macbeth:]</i> Wash your hands, put on
your nightgown, look not so pale. I tell you yet
again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on 's
grave. To bed, to bed. There's a knocking at the
gate. Come, give me your hand. What's done cannot
be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.