Fate's Triumph

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!