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