Claws Of Madness - Rebellion

Drifting in sleepless nightmares

Haunted by poisoned dreams

Washing your hands in the water

But the hands will never be clean

Now you pay the price

Your dreams drenched in blood

Now you realize

You have gone too far

Claws of madness

Holding your brain as they take you away

To the other

Side of sorrow

Where you pay what you owe

Claws of madness

Never ending pain drives you insane

You want to

Leave this world now

Death is kind you will find

Smile in the face of evil

Watching your life go by

Washing your hands in the water

God knows how you try

Whispers in your mind

Voices from far away

Can you hear them calling

Names from far away

After the suicide of his wife and companion in treason Macbeth must understand

that Macduff has finally succeeded and put together an army large in numbers

and determined to overthrow the tyrant — to purify the Scottish crown from the

blood that was she’d for it… His men flee from him… Leaving him alone with

his anger… His doubts and his sorrow…

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day

to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted

fools the way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle.

Life’s but a walking

shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and

fury, signifying nothing