The shadows ‘round the corner follow me;
They chart my path and seek to take my crown.
They’re hiding there and think I cannot see,
But I shall never let them tear me down
These shadows of the past still rack my brain.
For murdered sleep, Cawdor shall sleep no more.
I walk these halls and slowly go insane,
And wage, within, a never-ending war
Though sputtering, my candle is not out.
Though seconds run, the hour is not gone.
Though Heaven seeks to fill my mind with doubt;
My way is led by Hell’s sweet siren song.
Give me few minutes more upon the stage,
And then the world shall learn to fear my rage.