The Tragedie Of Macbeth: Actus Quintus, Scena Quinta letra

"To tomorrow, to tomorrow, and to tomorrow
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of Recorded time:
And all our yesterdays, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death. Out, out breefe Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow, a poore Player.
That struts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing."

I Shalt Become - Letras

• A Once Great Man
• A Ritual Killing
• Absolve Me
• Acid Lights
• An Atteridgeville Horror
• Beggar's Belief
• Black Swan Events
• Burning
• Cleansed
• Denial
• Doubt
• Dreamscapes
• End Time
• Enigma
• Enstasy (The Theory Of Maxwell's Demon)
• Fragments
• Ghosts
• Harlow's Vertical Chamber Apparatus
• Her Demons
• In Absentia
• In The Falling Snow
• Insects
• Labyrinthine
• Leaving Watership Down
• Like a Lamb to the Slaughter...
• No Quarter At the Somme
• Our Children Die
• Paintings In A Gallery
• The Casket Letters
• The Corpse In The Forest
• The Finest Cut of the Scalpel
• The Funeral Rain
• The Lost Man
• The Serpent Song
• The Swarming of the Locusts
• The Tragedie Of Macbeth: Actus Quintus, Scena Quinta
• These Cold Desires
• Thorns
• Want
• Winter Lights