Capitolo 33
A death of shaming, for those that should be dear!
Alas! and far street, in foreign earth,
Him that should help stand of doth!
CHOIR
I knew th' the old histories, the urban one encircles withal--
But now discourse of thy is dark over my understanding.
CASSANDRA
Unfortunate of Or, skin of I sweep of Or!
You for thy gentleman he/she got married
The hasts of the wave detergents poured--
An untrustworthy welcome!
How does the follower say?
Too soon 'come twill, too soon for now, even now,
You the hits he, blow on hit!
CHOIR
Riddles over my rede--I peer at in vain
Thro the weak films that protect the prophecy.
CASSANDRA
God! a new sight! a net, a trap of hell,
Put from his/her hand--her a trap that more has demolished!
A gotten married wife, she kills his/her gentleman,
Helped by another hand!
Ye motorizes which hates
Of the house of Atreus any blood can satiate,
Raise the to whine wild above of the abhorred sacrifice!
CHOIR
Because biddest you of the demon, I don't know who,
Do you shout o'er the house? Thine is not cheering word.
Back to my heart in fear frozen me I feel
My run of life-blood that lowers--
The blood that round the steel that hurts
Declines slow, as life of sinks sun is dividing--
Rapid, rapid and sure, some pain comes pressing on!
CASSANDRA
Street, street--holds away it--
The monarch of the herd, the pride of the pasture,
Away from his/her consort! In anger of treach'rous,
Enveloping his/her brown horns with secret scathe,
You gore his/her side of fenceless!
Listening! in the bath that fills,
The heavy plash--the to whine dying--
Listening--in the laver--listen, he falls from disloyalty!
CHOIR
I read dark and inopportune mottos as thine,
Still anything warns that they says of sick.
Or talked prophetic and dark,
Sick Dost of the news you teach
Never, to mortals here under!
Never of the history of reverential fear and the pain
Thro all the windings of thy multiply
Face us the unriddle and explains!
CASSANDRA