Lyric Cassandra - Theatre Of Tragedy

Lyric Song Cassandra: He gave to heryet 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
yquot;I ken to morrow refell me if ye can!yquot;
Yet the kiss and breath Apollo s bane
Sëer of the futurenot of twain
yquot;Sicker!yquot;quoth Cassandra
Stillis she lief and quaint in his eynea sight divine
A mistress fuell d by his prest haughtiness
If he did grantwherefore then did he not foresee
Belike egal as it to him might be!
Prophetess or fond
Tho her parle of truth
yquot;I ken to morrow refell me if ye can!yquot;
Yet the kiss and breath Apollo s bane
Sëer of the futurenot of twain
yquot;Sicker!yquot;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 lifesave moreo er scourge
She held him augustyet wee;
He left her ne er without his heart