Songtexte Lady Macbeth: Come, You Spirits (feat. Neil Dignam, John Hunt, Róisín Ward Morrow & Luke Webb) - Deborah Stokol

He brings great news

The raven himself is hoarse
That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my battlements

Come, you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts
Unsex me here

And fill me from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty

Make thick my blood
Stop up th' access and passage to remorse

That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose
Nor keep peace between
The effect and it

Come to my woman's breasts
And take my milk for gall

You murd'ring ministers
Wherever in your sightless substances
You wait on nature's mischief

Come, thick night
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark
To cry Hold, hold