The sun has set, the die is cast,

The king lies dead, with God at last.

By maidens hands, aside his bed,

Tis how they say his blood was shed.

Traitor! In truth was not the maid,

Who’s slain the king, the chaos made?

Rather t’was Glamis’ evil Thane,

Who became our beloved King’s bane!

Quick, turn my gaze and look behind,

For hired swords have been assigned,

To end my life and end my line,

The royalty no longer mine.

To stop the one whose guilty lies,

We must work as one, a single eye.

Look to the castle Dunsinane,

Where soldiers have begun to blame,

The traitor that is called Macbeth,

Who’s nigh to draw his final breath.

By Witches’ words, he stood alone,

Against our might, till death dethrone.

A woman-born he shall not fear,

With not to lose, his victory near.

A traitor’s death does Justice demand,

Proclaimed MacDuff, vengeance at hand.

With sword in hand, and fate by side,

Into victory he did ride.

Confronting evil, he made his stand.

Till on the floor, a head did land.

Macduff pressed forward, his victory had,

And claimed the throne for Duncan’s lad.