Fate's Triumph — Jag Panzer

Briody / Conklin

Macbeth

Turn,turn Hellhound, turn and face your death Your bloodline is over. By the name of MacBeth

Macbeth

I command the throne, none can defy None of woman born, None of woman born

Macduff

Foolish tyrant, you have no days left Ripped from the womb at my mother's death

Macduff

I am the doom you face in your dreams

Macbeth

Let steel ring out. Damn thee who cries hold.

Macduff

Your head my prize now. The prophecy foretold.

Macduff

The tyrant's reign is at an end, Malcolm is king All serve his name. Our solemn king. Fate triumphs this day!