[Verse 1] Thunder cracks over a heath gone grey, three ragged sisters stir a storm today, one says a sailor crossed her, mocked her bread, so she's sworn to wreck his ship and hollow out his head, "aroint thee, witch" he snarled - now he'll pay, she'll starve his sleep till his hair turns to hay, they drum a chant, they spin a rhyme, pulling shapes from thunder and from grime. [Chorus] So foul and fair, so fair and foul, the air's two-faced and so's the howl, Macbeth will say it before it's ever said, foul and fair, one tangled thread, a day of blood and a day of bloom, walking blind into a borrowed room. [Verse 2] Macbeth and Banquo, marching home from war, find three shapes waiting, withered to the core, "All hail, Macbeth, Thane of Glamis true, all hail, Thane of Cawdor" - a title he never knew, "All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter" - the third one speaks it through dry laughter, Banquo scoffs, "and what of me, old crones?" "Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none" - your blood will sit the throne, though you won't own the bones, then like smoke in wind, the sisters are gone. [Chorus] So foul and fair, so fair and foul, truth wears a mask beneath its cowl, Macbeth will say it before it's ever said, foul and fair, one tangled thread, a day of blood and a day of bloom, walking blind into a borrowed room. [Verse 3] Ross and Angus ride up through the heather, "the king's made you Cawdor" - stitched up together, one prophecy lands like a stone in a well, and Macbeth goes rapt - lost in thought, caught in a spell, already picturing a crown, already a knife, already terrified by the shape of his own life, Banquo mutters low, his eyes gone cold, "the instruments of darkness tell us truths, small ones, sweet ones, honest in their youth, to win us with trifles - before the big lie's told." [Bridge] Two men, one news, two different fires, one plots a crown, one checks his wires, borrow'd robes don't fit a stolen name, Macbeth wears Cawdor like a stranger's claim, and remember: weird once simply meant fate, the Weird Sisters just turn the wheel, and wait, they don't lie outright, they lean the scale, and let a man's own hunger finish the tale. [Chorus] So foul and fair, so fair and foul, the heath remembers every vow, Macbeth will say it before it's ever said, foul and fair, one tangled thread, a day of blood and a day of bloom, walking blind into a borrowed room. [Outro] Hail, Macbeth - the first truth lands, hail, Banquo - king-blood, empty hands, one small gift, one dangerous door, the witches smile, and ask for nothing more.
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