Rebellion

[1]
We ride all alone from the battlefield
The rebels beaten they had to yield
Banquo and I we silently ride
Brothers in arms side by side
[2]
There s a fog which falls on the weary soul
It engulfs our souls as we head for home
The lands we pass we ve never seen
Clad in a twilight like a dream
[3]
Out of the shade three women rise
Appear in features that please the eye
How can such grace walk the earth
Can it be of human birth
[4]
Their eyes glowing with unearthly light
Shining like diamonds in the falling night
They hail our names as we greet
Their voices sound like music sweet
[Bridge:]
A Prophecy for great ambitions
A promise weaved in gold
Evil speaks a pleasant language
The Evil speak a pleasant language
A Prophecy is told
[Ref.:]
Hail Hail Hail Macbeth
Thane of Claims and Cawdor
and Master of death