Woa, woman which hath birthed me!
I am in blood stepped so far! Hath mine own ambition to become The King led me down a path most foul? Was I not happy as merely Thane of Rock n Roll that I must murder mine own friends? What next? My own kin?
Hark, humina, hark. It may soon be time to leave the building I fear.
[MacBelvis ponders in place, Slow fade to black, curtain]