I’ll Call Thee Hamlet Songtext

von Woods of Birnam

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell
Be thy intents wicked or charitable
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee
Speak to thee, speak to thee,
Speak to thee, speak to thee.
I'll call thee Hamlet!
I'll call thee Hamlet!
Oh answer me!
It will not speak, then I will follow it
I do not set my life at a pin's fee
And for my soul, what can it do to that?
And for my soul, what can it do to that?
Being a thing in mortal as itself.
It waves me forth again
Forth again, forth again
I follow it, follow it, follow it.
I'll call thee Hamlet!
I'll call thee Hamlet!
King, father, royal dane!
King, father, royal dane!
Oh answer me,
Oh answer me!
What may this mean, that thou
Dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisits thus the glimpses of the moon?
Making night hideous, making night hideous
And we fouls of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition, our disposition.
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say why is this, why is this, why is this?
Wherefore?
Say why is this, why is this, why is this?
Wherefore?
I'll call thee Hamlet! (I'll call thee Hamlet)
I'll call thee Hamlet! (I'll call thee Hamlet)
King, father, royal dane!
King, father, royal dane!

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