🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Theatre of Tragedy - Cassandra

 Cassandra
 
 He gave to her,  tenfold claim'd in return -
 She hath no life but the one he for  wrought;
 Proffer'd to her  wauking heart - she turn'd it down,
  with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.
 
  or fond?,
 Tho'  parle of truth:
 "I ken to-morrow  refell me if ye can!",
 Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane 
 Sëer of the  not of twain,
  quoth Cassandra.
 
 Still, is she lief and  in his eyne, a sight divine? -
 A  fuell'd by his prest haughtiness -
 If he  grant, wherefore then did he not foresee,
 Belike egal as it to him might 
 
 Prophetess or 
 Tho' her parle of 
  ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!",
  the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
 Sëer  the future, not of twain,
 "Sicker!", quoth 
 
 'Or was he an eried 
 'Or was he weening - alack nay 
 Her  raught his heart,
 Her daffing was the grave  all hope -
  belied her own words,
 He thought her  save moreo'er scourge,
  held him august, yet wee;
 He  her ne'er without his heart.