Cassandra I'm fire
End of the race
The fine decay
The eyes of seer
Cassandra you haven't got a face
Your time is not upon the stare
The scent
The page in riot kind of way
You bring the sun upon your soul
Your violent heavy weight
Our place in tattered queue
Your violent mother's rage
Forsake this pilloried beast
A kind of wild you
You haven't seen it paid
You haven't seen it do a harder day
Cassandra you colored fate
The knife has come no pity saved
Your mind is nothing wrong
The sense of all the terrored world
A kind of human hand
The crawler's safe with crawler's bait
It's hand upon the land