[1]



My fears in Banqou stick deep



Haunt my sleep



He knows the sisters' prophecy



His smiles I can read



[2]



For his breed I've sold my soul



A fruitless crown can it be all



Fate will have to bow her head



Banquo my friend soon you'll be dead



[3]



Muderers will do the crime



I've paid them well to cut you fine



I'll never have to look at you



Banquo my friend your life is through







[Bridge:]



I - I've walked deep in the blood



Return I can not



No I'll have to carry on



To be safe with what I've done







[Ref.:]



The Dead arise from their grave



To assail what we thought safe



The Dead arise outta hell



To the hero that fell



[4]



What is this I look upon



should be dead and gone



How can I believe my eyes



Is it a lie



[5]



Banquo how can it be you



You lie in the blood that's what you do



I see mortal gashes on your head



How can you smile you should be dead



[6]



What man dare I will dare



A thousand warriors or the Russian bear



But pale cheeks of immortality



How can I fight how can I fight against thee







[Bridge:]



Oh no - Let the earth hide you away



In hell you should stay



No don't you reach for my crown



I shall never take it down







[Narrator:]



Shaken by the ghastly apparition of the slain Banquo Macbeth fears even stronger



now for the security of what he has stolen by murder and treason and defends



by such means. Like a blind stalker in the night he is drawn back to the lair



wherein the witches dwell, hungry for confirming answers to the burning doubts in his soul.