The sight of the gods and the blindness of men
Bound together one poisonous gift
Yeah, and the wisdom is cruel for the myopic fool
But the king sits in ignorant bliss

The prophet caught up in her frantic despair
Your eyes shone with the heat of the flames
But for the warnings I heard in your sweet, frenzied words, dear
The city will burn all the same

Oh, Cassandra, Cassandra, it's just you and me
With the burden of knowing what would come to be
And here in the rubble, there's nothing to do
But cry like wounded creatures and howl at the Moon

The streets echo now with the clamorous sounds
Of a woman's hysterics and cries
You know that no one will care as you're dragged by your hair
They'll still call it all madness and lies

Oh, Cassandra, Cassandra, it's just you and me
With the burden of knowing what would come to be
And here in the rubble, there's nothing to do
But cry like wounded creatures and howl at the Moon
Ooh-ooh-ooh

The empire in ruins, the knife in your back
You accepted as gift what was always a trap
Installed your own king with the blood on his crown
Oh, you loyalest soldiers, are you listening now?

Oh, Cassandra, Cassandra, it's just you and me
With the burden of knowing what would come to be
And here in the rubble, there's nothing to do
But cry like wounded creatures and howl at the Moon

Oh, Cassandra, it's just you and me
With the burden of knowing what would come to be
Oh, Cassandra, there's nothing to do
Then cry like wounded creatures and howl at the Moon
Ooh-ooh-ooh