[Verse 1] Cave walls weeping, smoke like a bruise, Three ugly hags — that's old talk for witches — stir their news. Striped cat yowls, that's brinded, a coat all stripe and smear, Eye of newt and toe of frog drop into the pot this year. [Chorus] "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble." Stir the dark, let the omens double, Trouble's brewing, bubble, bubble. [Verse 2] Second witch feels it crawling — "By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes" — Macbeth storms in at night, Demands the hags conjure answers, holds his ground despite. An armed head rises first, its voice low as drums: "Beware Macduff; beware the Thane of Fife," it hums. Then a bloody child, soft as a held breath: "None of woman born shall harm Macbeth." [Chorus] "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble." Stir the dark, let the omens double, Trouble's brewing, bubble, bubble. [Verse 3] Third shape wears a crown, a sapling branch held tight, Says he's safe till Birnam Wood comes marching up the height. Comfort stacks on comfort, he feels armored, feels divine, So he pushes further — asks of Banquo's issue, meaning children, bloodline. The glass, a kind of mirror, is held up straight and long, Shows eight kings walking slow, with Banquo smiling all along. [Bridge] Lennox enters, breathless, carrying the plainest kind of blow — Macduff has fled to England, already gone, already go. Macbeth's fists clench tighter than they've ever clenched before, He vows the wife, the children, every soul behind that door. [Chorus] "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble." Stir the dark, let the omens double, Trouble's brewing, bubble, bubble. [Outro] Every word the witches spoke was honest, through and through, But honest words wear masks, and masks can fool you. He heard only comfort — Hecate planned it days before, Built the trap from flattery, and opened wide the door. [Chorus] "Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble." Stir the dark, let the omens double, Trouble's brewing, bubble, bubble.
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