[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!
