Charlie Barnes MacbethMacbethMacbeth song lyrics

Raise your emptied glass to victories your wounds forget

Old kings soon shall pass robes worn down to barren threads

You look too young for a suit so aged.

Any fool will soon be parted from his gold or from his flesh

You look too young for a suit so aged.

Can't cut wood from trees so thin at the waist.

By their thousands, all your heroes hell will call.

You look too young for a suit so aged.

Can't cut wood from trees so thin at the waist.