Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Let Macbeth live in all our prayer.
Stir the cauldron till it’s nice and hot
Have the witches burned and shot.
Meet Macduff upon the field
Let him come out victorious with his sword and shield.
Crown him at the stone of Scone
Let him take Duncan’s place on the throne.
He is worth a lot more
For he is of woman born.
All hail the new king
For all the victories he will bring.
The fighting ground of Birnamwood
Brings more tragedies than good.
The treachery of the thane
Can only bring torture and more pain.
No way to get this blood off your hands, Lady Macbeth
You are the reason of Duncan’s death.
Live the guilty life
Because you were the one that had the knife.