The Prophecy Songtext / Lyric

We ride alone from the battlefield
The rebels beaten they had to yield
Banquo and I we silently ride
Brothers in arms side by side

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

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

Their eyes glwoing with unearthly light
Shining like diamnonds in the falling night
They hail our names as we greet
Their voices sounds like music sweet

A prophecy for great ambitions
A promise weaved in gold
Evil speaks a plesant language
The evil speak a pleasant language
A prophecy is told

Hail Hail Hail Macbeth
Thane of Glamis and Cawdor
and Master of death
All Hail Macbeth we greet the with laughter
Hail Macbeth thou shalt be king hereafter

We bid them stay as the did turn
More about our fate to learn
Too sweet did their visions sound
To ambitions men for glory bound

They turned to Banquo and hailed his name
Revealing to him the greatest fame
My brother listenend pleased and well
To the promises they had to tell

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

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