Sanoja: Rebellion. The Prophecy.

We ride all alone from the battlefield
The rebels beaten they had to yield
Banquo and I we silently ride
Brothers in arms side by side

There's a fog which falls on the weary soul
It engulfs our souls as we head for home
The lands we pass we've never seen
Clad in a twilight like a dream

Out of the shade three women rise
Appear in features that please the eye
How can such grace walk the earth?
Can it be of human birth?

Their eyes glowing with unearthly light
Shining like diamonds in the falling night
They hail our names as we greet
Their voices sound like music sweet

A prophecy for great ambitions
A promise weaved in gold
Evil speaks a pleasant language
The evil speak a pleasant language
A prophecy is told

Hail, hail, hail Macbeth
Thane of Claims and Cawdor and master of death
All Hail Macbeth we greet thee with laughter
Hail Macbeth thou shalt be king hereafter

We bid them stay as they did turn
More about our fate to learn
Too sweet did their visions sound
To ambitious men for glory bound

They turned to Banquo and hailed his name
Revealing to him the greatest fame
My brother listened pleased and well
To the promises they had to tell

Hail Banquo, hail to thee
Lesser than Macbeth yet greater thou it be
Father of a line of kings to come
Hail to Banquo, the chosen one

Macbeth, the Thane of Glamis has won a great victory
Beating the rebels in a fierce battle
He did a great service to his king and his country
As King Duncan gains knowledge of this he decides to reward
The most noble deeds of his greatest warrior

He bestows the Thanehood of Cawdor on Macbeth
To express his gratitude
Even further Duncans decides to visit Macbeth
And to celebrate the victory together with its honorable protagonist

Naught does the king know about the witches prophecies
And the ambitions of the Thane of Glamis and Cawdor
Naught does he fear as he in best spirits
Approaches the stronghold of Macbeth