Charlie Barnes - Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth Lyrics

""Raise your emptied glass to victories your wounds forget Old kings soon shall pass robes worn down to barren threads You look too young for a suit so aged. Any fool will soon be parted from his gold or from his flesh You look too young for a suit so aged. Can't cut wood from trees so thin at the waist. By their thousands all your heroes hell will call. You look too young for a suit so aged. Can't cut wood from trees so thin at the waist.""