[Briody / Conklin]
Turn,turn Hellhound, turn and face your death
Your bloodline is over. By the name of
I command the throne, none can defy
None of woman born, None of woman born
tyrant, you have no days left
Ripped from the womb at my mother's death
I am the doom you face in your
Let steel ring out. Damn thee who cries hold.
Your head my prize now. The prophecy
The tyrant's reign is at an end, Malcolm is king
All serve his name. Our solemn king.