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Christine, dear Christine, sing to me now,
And soon the world lies at your feet, I avow;
Sweet, darling child, your voice brings me peace,
And 'neath my wings, the voice will not cease!
My angel, mon ange, who are you?
How did you bring me to this macabre tableau?
This underground lair, with the Opera Ghost,
As my eager, willing, compassionate host!
Yes, that's it, cherie, throw yourself to the skies!
Where you see but an angel in a monstrous guise.
What a fool, Christine, I was to think I couldn't love!
Only to find you, in my age, a heavenly dove...
I wonder what beauty lies behind the mask?
So close... it's hardly the grand, daunting task.
Merely reach out, take the false face away,
And see the angel, one moment, I pray...
O, cruel, dainty hand that snatches my merciful face!
Look as you want, then, at the horror in its place!
Try as you may, gaze away you will not and can't!
For you see, Christine, I am Don Juan Triumphant!
Oh, dear God, the true horror before me!
Why, Father, why did I wish this to see?!
He'll hurt me, my angel, his fury is wild!
O, foolish, selfish, ludicrous child!
Ohh... Christine, Christine, forgive me, Christine!
And the tears trickling down your cheeks, pristine;
Forgive wicked Erik, and his dark, wicked ways,
For, "Fate binds thee to me, forever and a day!"
He weeps, the monster, he weeps at my feet;
A beast with a soul, despite his horrid deceit.
Oh, poor, lonely Erik, all abandoned down here...
Why can't I move beyond this cruel, cold fear?
Have I hurt her, have I scared her? Oh, Hell be upon me!
Yes, run to your room, Christine, I sincerely agree.
For, you see, Erik takes what he wants from the shelf;
No one can control him - not even Erik himself!
"Poor, unhappy Erik..."