
Sisters three
Stir the pot,
The bloody plot .
Stir the pot,
The bloody plot .
| A pricking fate |
The wings of the raven
Blot out the sun :
The bloody deed is done .
Macbeth haunted by death
And shrinking heaven ;
Banging on hell’s gate .

Tis the eye of childhood / That fears a painted devil .

— Lady Macbeth —
*[ WSB ].
