Fates Triumph - Jag Panzer

Turn, turn Hellhound, turn and face your death

Your bloodline is over.

By the name of MacBeth

I command the throne, none can defy

None of woman born, None of woman born

Foolish tyrant, you have no days left

Ripped from the womb at my mother’s death

I am the doom you face in your dreams

Let steel ring out.

Damn thee who cries hold

Your head my prize now.

The prophecy foretold

The tyrant’s reign is at an end, Malcolm is king

All serve his name.

Our solemn king

Fate triumphs this day!