Woods of Birnam - Woods of Birnam

Текст песни

Out all
All our yesterdays
Have lighted fools
Out a brief candle
'morrow and tomorrow
Fretting on stage
Then is heard no more
Life is but a poor player
Life is but a tale
Full of sound and fury and exuberance
Told to us by an idiot
Who stands upon the stage and then
Then is heard no more
A tale
The way to dusty death
From day to day
Signifying nothing
'morrow and tomorrow
Strutting on stage
'til the last syllable of time
Life is but a poor player
Life is but a tale
Full of sound and fury and exuberance
Told to us by an idiot
Who stands upon the stage and then
Then is heard no more
Life is but a poor player
Life is but a tale
Full of sound and fury and exuberance
Told us by an idiot
Who stands upon the stage and then
Life is but a poor player
Life is but a tale
Full of sound and fury and exuberance
Told us by an idiot
Who stands upon the stage and then
Then is heard no more