I reckon the title is all you need to get what it's taken from. I had written this crazy super prog chord progression that did all these wild modulations and shit, but I didn't have time to finish it. So, what we have here is a quick and dirty version of the same concept (my wife is currently teaching Hamlet to her students and won't quit talking about the damn thing, so I knew Hamlet's dad was gonna be the ghost), but a more folky (and more quickly completed) version. Turned out okay. I don't hate it.
lyrics
Every eager evening I make my way around
Crossing ramparts’s weathered stone
My feet don’t touch the ground
Miss my love, my wife, my son, my brother bless his soul
See the watchers shivering breath foggy from the cold
Mark my words, my boy
They’ll chill you to the bone
Winds of sulphur breathing flames greet days I spend alone
Hour’s now upon me, now listen what I tell
Your uncle’s went and killed me, help him to visit Hell
Something rotten in the land, the home you know so well
Murder foul unnatural is what to me befell
The villain that hath stung me, now he wears the crown
He took my life, he fucks my wife, now put him in the ground
There’s the scent of morning it brings about our end
Remember what I’ve told you should gifts to Hell you send
The serpent that’s bitten me robbed me of God’s grace
Beg you boy, please take your sword and put him in his place
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