The bloody battle has begun.
From Birnham Wood to Dunsinane trees march like unwilling soldiers into a gory battlefield
Loyal only to the one true king of scotland
Never to the tyrannical ruler who perches precariously on an empty throne.
A mad woman scrubs her hands to be clean of her unholy sins
As a man born neither of woman nor man leads the assault against the enemy's forbidding castle
Because over misty moors and scraggy glens
Witches can not be trusted at all costs.