Тональность: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Macduff
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Who are you
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Once you were loyal
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Once you were true
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Verse 2
To stand against me
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I will burn your castle
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I will slay, your family
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[2]
How can I be loyal
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To a murderer that stole the crown
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How can I be loyal
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That takes my country down
Verse 3
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[Ref:]
We'll take revenge for all
the lives you stole -
Macbeth
The sins you did in the end
Macbeth
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We'll take revenge and put you down,
end we'll seize the crown
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I'll take revenge for all the
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lives you stole -
Interlude 1
Macbeth
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Verse 4
Look and see
Here are the bloody corpses
of your family
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Burried dead
In a nameless grave
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My lust for blood
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Will make me safe
[4]
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I've cried a thousand tears
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In the shadows of the lonely night
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As the tears run dry
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I know that I must fight
Interlude 2
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Verse 5
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[Gentlewoman:] Lo
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Csus4
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here she comes. This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her. Stand close.
[Doctor:] You see her eyes
are open.
[Gentlewoman:] Ay,
but their sense are shut.
[Doctor:] What is it she does now? Look how she rubs
her hands.
[Gentlewoman:] 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:] 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:] What a sigh is there! The heart
is sorely charged.
[Gentlewoman:] I would not have such a heart in my bosom
for the dignity of the whole body.
[Lady Macbeth:] 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.
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