Cassandra-Theatre Of Tragedy
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[ar:Theatre Of Tragedy]
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[00:00.00]Cassandra - Theatre Of Tragedy
[00:11.66]Lyrics by：Raymond Rohony/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Johan Espen/Hein Frode Hansen
[00:23.33]Composed by：Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony/Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen
[00:35.00]He gave to her yet tenfold claim'd in return
[00:47.79]She hath no life but the one he for her wrought
[01:00.93]Proffer'd to her his wauking heart she turn'd it down
[01:13.93]Riposted with a tell tale lore of lies and scorn
[01:24.43]Prophetess or fond
[01:27.75]Tho' her parle of truth
[01:30.69]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[01:38.12]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[01:41.15]Seer of the future not of twain
[01:45.40]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[02:05.71]Still is she lief and quaint in his eyne
[02:12.96]A sight divine
[02:18.63]A mistress fuell'd by his prest haughtiness
[02:31.67]If he did grant wherefore then did he not foresee
[02:44.63]Belike egal as it to him might be
[02:55.25]Prophetess or fond
[02:58.34]Tho' her parle of truth
[03:01.44]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[03:08.75]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[03:12.06]Seer of the future not of twain
[03:15.69]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[03:36.60]'Or was he an eried being
[03:42.98]'Or was he weening alack nay mo
[03:49.10]Her naysay' raught his heart
[03:55.74]Her daffing was the grave of all hope
[04:02.28]She belied her own words
[04:08.89]He thought her life save moreo'er scourge
[04:15.24]She held him August yet wee
[04:21.76]He left her ne'er without his heart
[04:26.59]Prophetess or fond
[04:29.16]Tho' her parle of truth
[04:32.15]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[04:39.56]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[04:42.82]Seer of the future not of twain
[04:46.35]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[04:52.00]Prophetess or fond
[04:54.93]Tho' her parle of truth
[04:58.15]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[05:05.45]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[05:08.64]Seer of the future not of twain
[05:12.35]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[05:20.01]'Or was he an eried being
[05:26.48]'Or was he weening alack nay mo
[05:32.95]Her naysay' raught his heart
[05:39.45]Her daffing was the grave of all hope
[05:45.95]She belied her own words
[05:52.45]He thought her life save moreo'er scourge
[05:58.94]She held him August yet wee
[06:05.29]He left her ne'er without his heart
[06:12.22]'Or was he an eried being
[06:18.33]'Or was he weening alack nay mo
[06:24.80]Her naysay' raught his heart
[06:31.44]Her daffing was the grave of all hope
[ar:Theatre Of Tragedy]
[al:Aégis]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]Cassandra - Theatre Of Tragedy
[00:11.66]Lyrics by：Raymond Rohony/Liv Kritine Espenaes/Johan Espen/Hein Frode Hansen
[00:23.33]Composed by：Liv Kritine Espenaes/Raymond Rohony/Hein Frode Hansen/Johan Espen
[00:35.00]He gave to her yet tenfold claim'd in return
[00:47.79]She hath no life but the one he for her wrought
[01:00.93]Proffer'd to her his wauking heart she turn'd it down
[01:13.93]Riposted with a tell tale lore of lies and scorn
[01:24.43]Prophetess or fond
[01:27.75]Tho' her parle of truth
[01:30.69]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[01:38.12]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[01:41.15]Seer of the future not of twain
[01:45.40]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[02:05.71]Still is she lief and quaint in his eyne
[02:12.96]A sight divine
[02:18.63]A mistress fuell'd by his prest haughtiness
[02:31.67]If he did grant wherefore then did he not foresee
[02:44.63]Belike egal as it to him might be
[02:55.25]Prophetess or fond
[02:58.34]Tho' her parle of truth
[03:01.44]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[03:08.75]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[03:12.06]Seer of the future not of twain
[03:15.69]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[03:36.60]'Or was he an eried being
[03:42.98]'Or was he weening alack nay mo
[03:49.10]Her naysay' raught his heart
[03:55.74]Her daffing was the grave of all hope
[04:02.28]She belied her own words
[04:08.89]He thought her life save moreo'er scourge
[04:15.24]She held him August yet wee
[04:21.76]He left her ne'er without his heart
[04:26.59]Prophetess or fond
[04:29.16]Tho' her parle of truth
[04:32.15]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[04:39.56]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[04:42.82]Seer of the future not of twain
[04:46.35]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[04:52.00]Prophetess or fond
[04:54.93]Tho' her parle of truth
[04:58.15]I ken tomorrow refell me if ye can
[05:05.45]Yet the kiss and breath apollo's bane
[05:08.64]Seer of the future not of twain
[05:12.35]Sicker quoth Cassandra
[05:20.01]'Or was he an eried being
[05:26.48]'Or was he weening alack nay mo
[05:32.95]Her naysay' raught his heart
[05:39.45]Her daffing was the grave of all hope
[05:45.95]She belied her own words
[05:52.45]He thought her life save moreo'er scourge
[05:58.94]She held him August yet wee
[06:05.29]He left her ne'er without his heart
[06:12.22]'Or was he an eried being
[06:18.33]'Or was he weening alack nay mo
[06:24.80]Her naysay' raught his heart
[06:31.44]Her daffing was the grave of all hope
