Sanoja: Barclay James Harvest. Lady Macbeth.

Like a jester dressed, in a silly gown
Something evil came to town
At the darkest hour, in the dead of night
All who'd listen gathered round

From the uninspired, from the tortured sounds
No one noticed what she'd done
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes

Like a fool possessed, evil grabbed the blade
Dripping blood upon the keys
With her cheap disguise, no one realized
How this jester could deceive

From the uninspired, from the tortured sounds
No one noticed what she'd done
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes

This way comes
This way comes

From the uninspired, from the tortured sounds
No one noticed what she'd done
Time knows the truth and her lies linger on
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes

By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
This way comes
This way comes