the first stone's thrown, they're screaming. In the streets, there's a raging riot. When it's "Burn the bitch," they're shrieking. When the truth comes out, it's quiet. Chorus. So, they killed Cassandra
scorn. Prophetess or fond?,. Though her parle of truth. "I can tomorrow - refell me if ye can!",. Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -. Sëer of the future, not of twain,. "Sicker!", quoth Cassandra
the first stone's thrown, they're screaming. In the streets, there's a raging riot. When it's "Burn the bitch," they're shrieking. When the truth comes out, it's quiet. Chorus. So, they killed Cassandra
Bài hát Cassandra - ABBA . Down in the street they're all singing and shouting. Staying alive though the city is dead. Hiding their shame behind hollow laughter. While you are crying alone on your
tiCassandra. arTheatre of Tragedy. alAegis. Cassandra - Theatre of Tragedy. 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
tiCassandra. arTheatre of Tragedy. alAegis. Cassandra - Theatre of Tragedy. 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
