《Cassandra》歌詞:by Theatre of Tragedy Theatre of Tragedy mp3歌詞



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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 to-morrow – refell me if ye can!”,

Yet the kiss and breath – Apollo’s bane –

Ser 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 to-morrow – refell me if ye can!”,

Yet the kiss and breath – Apollo’s bane –

Ser 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.

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