Anarchist Finch - Macbeth [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Three witches plotted merrily from battles side
Discussing plans for the future of a figure as the battle died
‘Fair is foul and foul is fair’ was what they decide
As they plot to help Macbeth push his good aside
Then we travel to the Scottish stand
The man who had the crown
Was fighting for his land
When the battle looked bland
Command ordered one back
One of their damned to talk of the attack
“Brave Macbeth!” he exclaimed
“Well he deserves that name”
As he went on to explain the torture and the pain
Coming from the play
With the Norweyan force slaying
Saying what he meant by his claim of the Thane
“He faced the slave” talking of the enemy
“Fixed his head upon our battlements”
Applause was plenty
See this warrior was war ready but sadly for him
Though his, present was bright his near future was dim
Meanwhile, following orders wasn’t Cawdor’s lord’s cause
Rebelling from the force of the king that was his thought source
But he was caught by the rest of the military
Brought to justice without even a whimper of sympathy
Without Macbeths presence king Duncan had decided
The title of the Ex-thane would be bridled on the fighter
But to the surprise of Mac a sight that would astound him
He would be told by the witches of a crowning
He had power on his mind from that time
Contacting his wife, they confide in the night
“Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it”
The murders planned, they’re here to take down the government
With the blame on the servants present
Being paid by the prince to confirm his death
Now it was relayed to the castle and the sons of Duncan
They fled out of fear of what could come among them
So with the crown on the head of Macbeth
And the paranoia eating whatever head he had left
Banquo was killed, he'd lost a friend
But his ghost was like an image, representing regret
He continued, his mind was set
Promised himself he would ne'er reach the moment of death
Circled in death but moved on like a cabriolet
Since he was adamant to keep the position he’d met
But news travels fast
And soon Macduff heard the stories that past
With Burnham wood and murder on the mind of the man
He silently concocted a plan
Not woman born, C-sectioned at birth
One thing Macbeth was told
Could bring an end to his curse
The arrival of Macduff and the movement of Burnham
Relentlessly erupted to fuel the aversion
The death of Macbeth by a murder most foul
Left the rest of the royals with a permanent smile
So we shouldn't let power corrupt our decisions
Or like Macbeth, you’ll have a death of derision