Cassandra Lyrics
Cassandra - Theatre Of Tragedy
Lyrics by：Raymond Rohony/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Johan Espen/Hein Frode Hansen
Composed by：Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony/Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen
He gave to her yet tenfold claim'd in return
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart she turn'd it down
Riposted with a tell tale lore of lies and scorn
Prophetess or fond
Tho' her parle of truth
I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
Seer of the future not of twain
Sicker quoth Cassandra
Still is she lief and quaint in his eyne
A sight divine
A mistress fuell'd by his prest haughtiness
If he did grant wherefore then did he not foresee
Belike egal as it to him might be
Prophetess or fond
Tho' her parle of truth
I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
Seer of the future not of twain
Sicker quoth Cassandra
'Or was he an eried being
'Or was he weening alack nay mo
Her naysay' raught his heart
Her daffing was the grave of all hope
She belied her own words
He thought her life save moreo'er scourge
She held him August yet wee
He left her ne'er without his heart
Prophetess or fond
Tho' her parle of truth
I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
Seer of the future not of twain
Sicker quoth Cassandra
Prophetess or fond
Tho' her parle of truth
I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
Seer of the future not of twain
Sicker quoth Cassandra
'Or was he an eried being
'Or was he weening alack nay mo
Her naysay' raught his heart
Her daffing was the grave of all hope
She belied her own words
He thought her life save moreo'er scourge
She held him August yet wee
He left her ne'er without his heart
'Or was he an eried being
'Or was he weening alack nay mo
Her naysay' raught his heart
Her daffing was the grave of all hope