No, no, rather to a god-hating house, a house that knows many a horrible butchery of kin, a slaughter-house of men and a floor swimming with blood. Chorus The stranger seems keen-scented as a hound; she is on the trail where she will discover blood. CassandraHere is the evidence in which I put my trust! Behold those babies bewailing their own butchery and their roasted flesh eaten by their father!