Hamlet

In the witching time of night
When hell it'self comes out
Contagion to this world
Now could I drink hot blood
And do such bitter things
As the day would quake to look on
The day would quake to look on

Oh, heart please don't grow weak
I cannot risk the danger
My tongue and soul in sleep
My guilt plays with intentions
Let's put a leash on anger
That's now running wild running wild
Running wild

For in that sleep of death
Anon the dreadful thunder
To the flaming youth I pray
The devil pulls me under
And heat dry up my brain
Will he let the spirit freely soar
Let the spirit freely soar