Testo Macbeth

reflections of the sun on the fields of grief an eagle revolves in the sky a swarm of birds´ passing by this is my secret desire, an empire of eternal guilt of shame of grief and despair, an empire of eternal guilt the morrow of dreams has come the kingdom now is yours heir of the sorrow, the raven will call you to reason seasons falling to ashes at my call longing for silence the arms of fall seek for eternity come and accept the crown of my silent throne macbeth he is weeping tears of blood the enemy is calling his soul to war