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