Lyrics:

[MacBeth] MacDuff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands My men and I will make short work of it Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down A loser in life this madness will end. Tonight. [MacBeth] When MacDuff's eyes grasp what I've taken from him he will cower in pain Then I'll crush his heart as it cries in my hands [Macduff] MacBeth will pay for what he has done. Malcolm, I ask your help Ten thousand troops shall storm Dunsinane Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down A loser in life this madness will end. Tonight. Icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down A loser in life this madness will end. Tonight. [Macduff] MacBeth will rue the day that he dealt with a man such as I Dunsinane shall fall as I take his head