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[CASSANDRA] The balance still shifts Beware all Greeks bearing gifts For they will return To pillage and burn Why waste my breath? When will they learn [LAOCOEN] Ah, Cassandra I have always believed you But what can one priest do? [CASSANDRA] Your role was cast From the very beginning, my friend You are the object of the losing and the winning If you destroy this thing Before night falls Your sacrifice will save us all [LAOCOEN] You sound sad, little princess Do not cry I am ready if I must die For if this monster is how the gods conspire Let's see what happens when we set it on fire [AENEAS] Good princess, good priest Stop your grieving Our prayers are answered The Greeks are leaving Look, see They sail into the sun They've given up It's over We've won [Chorus] No better feeling than peace in your homeland No more lost hope no more tears to cry now No more destruction or fear for your loved ones Lay down your weapons and take up the plough South wind, send them home No better feeling than peace in your homeland While we sing of victory No more lost hope no more tears to cry now No more destruction No fear for your loved ones Lay down your weapons and take up the plough! [PRIAM] It seems the Greek retreat was not all that swift Hecuba, look! They took the time to leave us a gift [HECUBA, spoken] Are you sure it's a gift, Priam? [HECUBA] They must have built this thing Just before they fled As a monument, perhaps, for their dead [AENEAS] The dead were the last thing on their minds Look, see... They've left one behind [GUARD 1] It's true, Your Majesty He looks like death [GUARD 2] Ugh. But you should just smell his breath [AENEAS] It was no Trojan weapon that made him fall But a Greek wineskin He's drunk, that's all [GUARDS] No greater drunk than a Greek with a skin full! [GUARD 1] This prisoner is a damn disgrace to his race [GUARD 2] He'd be better off dead [GUARD 1] Yes, let's cut off his head [SINON, spoken] I guess that's fair for a prisoner of war You could cut off my head It couldn't hurt anymore But do it quietly, would you [PRIAM, spoken] You live while you speak, you pathetic little man Just what is this thing What does it mean? [SINON, spoken] What thing [PRIAM, spoken] That thing [SINON, spoken] What thing [PRIAM, spoken] That thing [SINON] Oh, that horse Is an offering Of praise from the gods I forget which one But to move it at all Will bring Greece undone Serve 'em right They leave the innocent behind So you've beaten those bastards Well, it serves them right Still, you've got to admit It was one hell of a fight I'm on the fence I'm not into violence This is a gift for you all to enjoy A symbol of triumph To the people of Troy The gods have decreed That all Greece will fall The minute you stable it Inside your wall [PRIAM] The spirits you quote seem to grow on a vine We have a true servant of the gods Stop wasting my time [SINON, spoken] You're all the same, you kings [PRIAM, spoken] Priest, what do the gods make of this [LAOCOEN] I am no slave to the gods anymore I renounce the struggle of passion and law For I pray for the day That they will fall When men realize we don't need them at all So no matter what they say Or try to do The final decision rests with you Farewell, sweet Cassandra My part is now played I challenge the gods For I am not afraid [CASSANDRA] No! Don't take him!