[Verse 1] Camp near Forres, the morning air is thick with smoke and iron, Duncan's waiting with his sons, Malcolm and Donalbain beside him, Lennox counting banners when a bleeding man comes stumbling, A sergeant torn to ribbons but his voice is steady, rumbling: "Let me tell this battle like the wound still tells it true—" Thane means lord in Scotland, that's a word you're gonna need, Kerns are foot soldiers, lightly armed, they scatter and they bleed, Write it down, this camp's a classroom painted red indeed [Chorus] For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name, Carved his way through chaos and he walked out with no shame, From the nave clean up to the chops, that's belly to the jaw, He unseamed the traitor open — that's the gruesome, honest law Of a battlefield where loyalty gets written down in scars, For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name [Verse 2] Macdonwald turned his coat, brought the Western Isles to fight, But Macbeth sliced through the kerns like he was carving out the light, Found the rebel, split him open, nave to chops, no hesitation, Fixed his head upon the battlements — a gory proclamation Then the King of Norway struck, fresh assault, no time to rest, Macbeth and Banquo doubled down, two thunderclaps, their best, Bellona's bridegroom, husband to the goddess of the war, That's the nickname that he's earning on this blood-soaked, frozen shore [Chorus] For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name, Carved his way through chaos and he walked out with no shame, From the nave clean up to the chops, that's belly to the jaw, He unseamed the traitor open — that's the gruesome, honest law Of a battlefield where loyalty gets written down in scars, For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name [Verse 3] Ross comes riding, Thane of Ross, with better news to spread, Norway's begging now for peace, their banners drooping, dread, But the old Thane Cawdor — turns out he was playing double, Helping the invaders while the kingdom choked on trouble Duncan's voice goes cold and final: "Let that traitor's line be ended, What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won" — the title's now transcended So the name Cawdor, stitched with treason, dark thread sewn throughout, Gets handed to the hero who has not one single doubt [Bridge] Think about that for a minute — a crown already cursed, A title built on betrayal before Macbeth wore it first, We meet him drenched in glory, loyal, fearless, drenched in red, But the robe he's given carries ghosts of what the last man did That's the warning woven quiet in this bloody battle scene, Watch the seam, watch the title, watch what traitor's robes can mean [Chorus] For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name, Carved his way through chaos and he walked out with no shame, From the nave clean up to the chops, that's belly to the jaw, He unseamed the traitor open — that's the gruesome, honest law Of a battlefield where loyalty gets written down in scars, For brave Macbeth, well he deserves that name
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