Cassandra

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