She awoke to the eerie sound of the haunted pipes
With sweat on her brow she was too afraid to wipe
Knowing not where the Voice had taken her away
Nor for what untold reason he would have her stay
The Voice, Angel of Music, Head of Death, Erik
Why was she kept in his dreary theater derelict
She approached slowly, her black cloaked teacher
On her face was fear in every last of her feature
Yet together they sang the tragedy Don Juan
Until Christine removed the mask he had on
"You could have been gone in just five days
In my labyrinth and in my unfathomable maze,
If I let you go now, you will never be back
Because for my visage sympathy you lack.
So after seeing my face, here, you I will keep."
Regretful of the choice, she began to weep
Promise upon promise, she swore she'd return
She'd sing in the Opera the way she learned
He gave in, she cracked the Lord of the Lake
She talked him into his most fatal mistake
Because Christine's heart, Raoul did take
Ending in downfall for he whose face is fake