My Sword Falls Tainted with the blood of mine enemies how many more shall fall before me is there no man of womans birth can slay me is there no mortal who can extinguish my candle I burn brightly with the murder of his family all who feel under the bloodline were killed as they slept and yet these hands still smell of the blood, i foreswore i heard a voice as the deed was done McBeth shall sleep no more, the king is dead and McBeth sleeps no more And what of my aide Had he not been there and seen the witches vision his life could have been sparred but he knew too much but now the damage is done as he lays at the bottom of the mud son of a murdered father widow of a murdered husband These hands that do such trechory shall they never be clean do i see foul demons upon my vision out, i comand thee out lest i fall to foul play myself for the smiles of my friends hide daggers of hate i dare not fight this man before me i have to much of his families blood on my hands his children slain as they slept his wifes throat cut as she ran a plague upon the darkness i have become come forth McDuff It ends here, it ends tonight my foe fallen and wounded i have my chance to strike as my sword casts shadows over him i see their faces those who have gone before my blade those who perished to make me king their blood is on my soul I can scarse keep the vision at bay my pain is joined with theirs as i fall in battle my blood, their blood now taints the soil I shall sleep no more McBeth shall sleep no more Out.... Out.... Brief candle