[Verse 1] Thunder cracks the heath in half Three beldams huddle round their broth Footsteps heavy, shadows gather Hecate storms in, furious and wrathful "Who gave you leave to play this game? Without your queen, you spoke his name?" [Chorus] How did you dare, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death You sold your secrets far too cheap No crown for you, just debts to keep Hecate's fury, cold and deep [Verse 2] "He loves himself, that selfish son Not us, not magic, no, not one He takes the prophecy and runs Ignores the hags who'd shaped his guns A wizard's bargain needs consent Not stolen words, half-heaven sent" [Chorus] How did you dare, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death You sold your secrets far too cheap No crown for you, just debts to keep Hecate's fury, cold and deep [Verse 3] Meet me down by Acheron's black river Where the pit runs cold and shivers Macbeth will come there, seeking more I'll brew him visions to the core Illusions dressed as solid truth Spirits shaped to flatter youth [Bridge] He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes above wisdom, grace, and fear A man who thinks he cannot fall Climbs highest just before the crawl Security, security Is mortals' chiefest enemy The comfort that convinces kings They've already won every thing [Verse 4] Watch the sprites she sends to charm him Soft as silk, designed to harm him Whispered lies in prophecy's clothes Macbeth drinks deep, and no one knows That certainty's the sweetest poison Confidence, his final choosing [Verse 5] The weird sisters bow their heads in shame They never meant to play this dangerous game Hecate's word is law upon this land No mortal walks free from her command Macbeth will learn what prophecy truly costs When all his borrowed power is lost The cauldron bubbles, sealing fate's design Between the shadows, his undoing lies in line No turning back once the deal is done His soul now chained beneath the rising sun [Chorus] How did you dare, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death You sold your secrets far too cheap No crown for you, just debts to keep Hecate's fury, cold and deep [Outro] Some say this scene's a stranger's pen Middleton's ink, not Shakespeare's then But still it teaches, still it warns Overconfidence wears golden horns Acheron waits, the trap is set Security — the fatal debt [Final Chorus] How did you dare, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death You sold your secrets far too cheap No crown for you, just debts to keep Hecate's fury, cold and deep Hecate's fury, cold and deep
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