(macbeth) macduff has left his house open to doom by my sinister hands my men and i will make short work of it icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down a loser in life this madness will end. tonight. (macbeth) when macduff´s eyes grasp what i´ve taken from him he will cower in pain then i´ll crush his heart as it cries in my hands {macduff} macbeth will pay for what he has done. malcolm, i ask your help ten thousand troops shall storm dunsinane icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down a loser in life this madness will end. tonight. icy hand of death tight round his neck, the whole world crumbles down a loser in life this madness will end. tonight. {macduff} macbeth will rue the day that he dealt with a man such as i dunsinane shall fall as i take his head