The Final Hour
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Summary: Erik lies in his coffin, quietly thinking about death.
Inside I am quietly grieving
For earth that I am leaving.
Don Juan Triumphant in my arms,
We are both in my coffin, safe from harm.
Christine is coming I can tell,
To give her last visit to the angel in Hell.
My Hatred for Raoul, is no more
The mask, which I no longer bear, lays on the floor.
I look at the ceiling give one last shuddering breath,
And I, the Opera Ghost finally may eternally rest
Before I die,
I hear soft footsteps coming nigh.
The Devils Child, Opera Ghost, The Phantom is no more.
Imagine my surprise,
When my lonesome soul had arise.
That in Heaven I shall dwell,
When I really belong in hell.