Hamlet - Brodka

In the witching time of night

When hell itself 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

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

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 up my brain

Will he let the spirit

Freely soar

Let the spirit

Freely soar