[1]



We ride all alone from the battlefield



The rebels beaten they had to yield



Banquo and I we silently ride



Brothers in arms side by side



[2]



There s a fog which falls on the weary soul



It engulfs our souls as we head for home



The lands we pass we ve never seen



Clad in a twilight like a dream



[3]



Out of the shade three women rise



Appear in features that please the eye



How can such grace walk the earth



Can it be of human birth



[4]



Their eyes glowing with unearthly light



Shining like diamonds in the falling night



They hail our names as we greet



Their voices sound like music sweet







[Bridge:]



A Prophecy for great ambitions



A promise weaved in gold



Evil speaks a pleasant language



The Evil speak a pleasant language



A Prophecy is told







[Ref.:]



Hail Hail Hail Macbeth



Thane of Claims and Cawdor



and Master of death



All Hail Macbeth we greet thee with laughter



Hail Macbeth thou shalt be king hereafter



[5]



We bid them stay as they did turn



More about our fate to learn



Too sweet did their visions sound



To ambitious men for glory bound



[6]



They turned to Banquo and hailed his name



Revealing to him the greatest fame



My brother listened pleased and well



To the promises they had to tell







[Ref.:]



Hail Banquo hail to thee



Lesser than Macbeth yet greater thou It be



Father of a line of kings to come



Hail to Banquo the chosen one







[Narrator:]



Macbeth the Thane of Glamis has won a great victory,



beating the rebels in a fierce battle he did a great service to his King



and his country As King Duncan gains knowledge of this he decides to reward



the most noble deeds of his greatest warrior.



He bestons the Thanehood of Cawdor on Macbeth



To express his gratitude even further Duncans decides to visit Macbeth and to celebrate



the victory together with its honourable protagonist.



Naught does the king know about the witches prophecies



and the ambitions of the Thane of Glamis and Cawdor Naught does he fear



as he in best spirits approaches the stronghold of Macbeth.