Think of Me

Angel of Music

Little Lotte / The Miror

Phantom of the Opera

Music of the Night

I Remember / Stranger Than You Dream It

Magical Lasso

Notes / Prima Donna

Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh

Why Have You Brought Me Here? / Raoul, I've Been There

All I Ask of You

All I Ask of You (Reprise)

Masquerade / Why So Silent

Notes / Twisted Every Way

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

Wandering Child / Bravo, Monsieur

Point of No Return

Down Once More / Track Down This Murderer

Prologue

THE STAGE OF PARIS OPERA, 1905

(The contents of the opera house is being auctioned off.
An AUCTIONEER, PORTERS, BIDDERS and RAOUL, seventy now, but still
bright
of eye.
the action commences with a blow from the AUCTIONEER's gavel)

Sold. Your number sir? Thank you.
Lot 663, then, ladies and gentlemen: a poster for this house's
production of
'Hannibal' by Chalumeau.

Showing here.

Do I have ten francs? Five then, Five I am bid. Six, seven. Against
you,
sir, seven. Eight.
Eight once. Selling twice. Sold, to Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny.
Lot 664: a wooden pistol and three human skulls, from the 1831
production of 'Robert le
Diable' by Meyerbeer. Ten francs for this. Ten, thank you. Ten
francs
still. Fifteen, thank
you, sir. Fifteen I am bid. Going at fifteen.
Your number, Sir?
Lot 665, ladies and gentelmen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape
of a
barrel organ.
Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes, playing the cymbals.
This
item, discovered
in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order.

Showing here. (He sets it in motion)

May I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid.

(The bidding continues. RAOUL eventually buys the box for thirty
francs)

Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you sir.

(The box is handed across to RAOUL. He studies it, as attention
focuses
on him for a moment)

A collector's
piece indeed ...
every detail
exactly as she said ...

She often spoke of you, my friend ...
your velvet lining
and your figurine of lead ...

Will you still play, when
all the rest of us are dead ...?

Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the
strange
affair of the Phantom
of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and
gentlemen, that this is
the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops
have
restored it and
fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that
we may
get a hint of what
it may look like when reassembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the
ghost of
so many years ago
with a little illumination, gentlemen?

(The AUCTIONEER switches on the chandelier. There is an enormous
flash,
and the OVERTURE begins.
During the overture the opera house is restored to its earlier
grandeur. The
chandelier, immense
and glittering, rises magically from the stafe, finally hovering high
above
the stalls)

Think of Me

(We have reached the great choral scene in which HANNIBAL and his
army
return to save
Carthage from the Roman incasion under Scipio. HANNIBAL is UBALDO
PIANGI;
ELISSA, Queen
of Carthage (his mistress) is CARLOTTA GIUDICELLI. The two leading
SLAVE
GIRLS are played
by MEG GIRY and CHRISTINE DAAE. MME GIRY is the ballet mistress. M.
REYER, the repetiteur,
is in charge, We join the opera towards the end of ELISSA's
(CARLOTTA's)
great aria. She
is alone, holding a present from the approaching HANNIBAL, a
bleeding
severed head)

This trophy from our saviours,
from the enslaving force
of Rome!

With feasting and dancing and song,
tonight in celebration,
we greet the victorious throng,
returned to bring salvation!

The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!

Hear the drums -
Hannibal comes!

sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by
Roma's
far-reaching grasp.

Signor ... If you please; 'Rome'. We say 'Rome', not 'Roma'.

Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me. (practicing) Rome...
Rome
...)

Once again, then if you please, Signor: 'Sad to return ...'
This way, gentlemen, this way. Rehearsals, as you see, are under
way,
for a new production
of Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'.

Ladies and geltlemen, some of you may already, perhaps, have met
M.
Andre and M. FIRMIN ...

I'm sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing. If you wouldn't mind
waiting
for a moment?

My apologies. M. REYER, Proceed, proceed ...

Thank you, monsieur. (turning back to PIANGI). 'Sad to return
...',
Signor ...

M. Reyer, our chief repetiteur, Rather a tyrant, I'm afraid.

Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by
Rome's
far-reaching grasp.
Tomorrow we shall break the chains of Rome.
Tonight, rejoice - your army has come home.

Signor Piangi, our pricipal tenor. He does play so well opposite La
Carlotta.

Gentlemen, please! If you would kindly move to one side?

My apologies, Mme. Giry.
Madame Giry, our ballet mistress. I don't mind confessing, M.
FIRMIN, I shan't be sorry to
be rid of the whole blessed business.

I keep asking you, monsieur, why exactly are you retiring?

We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets.

Who's that girl, Lefevre?

Her? Meg Giry, Madame Giry's daughter. Promising dancer. M. Andre,
most
promising.

You! Christine Daae! Concentrate, girl!
Christine ... What's the matter?
Daae? Curious name.
Swedish.
Any relation to the violinist?
His daughter, I believe. Always has her head in the clouds, I'm afraid.

Bid welcome to Hannibal's guests -
the elephants of Carthage!
As guides on our conquering quests,
Dido sends
Hannibals friends!

Once more to my
welcoming arms
my love returns
in splendour!

Once more to those
sweetest of charms
my heart and soul
surrender!

The trumpeting elephants sound -
hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to their step on the ground -
hear the drums!
Hannibal comes!

Ladies and gentlemen - Madame Giry, thank you - may I have your
attention
please?
As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my imminent
retirement.
I can now tell you that these were all true, and it is my pleasure
to
introduce
to you the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M.
Richard
Firmin and
M. Gilles Andre.

Gentlemen, Signora Carlitta Guidicelli, our leading soprano for
five
seasons now.

Of course, of course. I have experienced all your greatest roles,
Signora.

And Signor Ubaldo Piangi.
An honour, Signor.

If I remember rightly, Elissa has a rather fine aria in Act Three of
'Hannibal'.
I wonder, Signora, if, as a personal favour, you would oblige us
with a
private
rendition? Unless, of course, M. Reyer objects ...

My manager commands ... M. Reyer?
My diva commands. Will two bars be sufficient introduction?
Two bars will be quite sufficient.

Signora?
Maestro.

Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart ...

He's here:
the Phantom of the Opera ...
He is with us ...
It's the ghost ...

You idiots!
Cara! Cara! Are you hurt?
Signora! Are you all right? Buquet! Where is Buquet?

Is no one concerned for our prima donna?

Get that man down here!
Chief of the flies. He's responsible for this.

Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there?

Please, monsieur,
don't look at me:
as God's my witness,
I was not at my post.

Please, monsieur,
there's no one there:
and if there is, well
then, it must be a ghost ...

He's there: the Phantom of the
Opera ...

Good heavens!
Will you show a little courtesy?

Mademoiselle, please!

These things do happen.

Si! These thing do happen! Well, until you stop these things happening,
this
thing does not happen!
Ubaldo! Andiamo!

Amateurs!
I don't think there's much more to assist you, gentlemen. Good luck. If
you
need me, I shall be in Frankfurt.
La Carlotta will be back.

You think so, messieurs? I have a message, sir, from the Opera
Ghost.

God in heaven, you're all obsessed!

He merely welcomes you to his opera house and commands you to continue
to
leave
Box Five empty for his use and reminds you that his salary is due.

His salary?

Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a month. Perhaps you
can
afford more,
with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.

Madame, I had hoped to have made that announcement myself.

Will the Vicomte be at the performance tonight, monsieur?

In our box.

Madame, who is the understudy for this role?

There is no understudy, monsieur - the production is new.

Christine Daae could sing it, sir.

The chorus girl?

She's been taking lessons from a great teacher.

From whom?

I don't know, sir ...

Oh, not you as well!
Can you believe it? A full house - and we have to cancel!

Let her sing for you, monsieur. She has been well taught.

From the beginning of the aria then, mamselle.
Think of me,
think of me fondly,
when we've said
goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.

Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.

Don't fret, Firmin.

When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment
spare a thought
for me ...

We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember,
stop and think
of me ...

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been ...

Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.

Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.

Recall those days,
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you ...

Can it be?
Can it be Christine?

Bravo!

What a change!
You're really
not a bit
the gawkish girl
that once you were ...
She may
not remember
me, but
I remember
her ...

We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes,
you will think
of me!

Yes, you did well. He will be pleased.
And you! You were a disgrace tonight!
Such ronds de jambe!
Such temps de cuisse!
Here - we rehearse. Now

Bravi, bravi, bravissimi ...
Where in the world
have you been hiding?
Really, you were
perfect!

I only wish
I knew your secret!
Who is this new
tutor!
Father once spoke
of an angel ...
I used to dream he'd
appear ...

Now as I sing
I can sense him ...
And I know
he's here ...

Here in this room
he calls me softly ...
somewhere inside ...
hiding...

Somehow I know
he's always with me ...
he - the unseen
genius ...
Christine, you must have
been dreaming ...
stories like this can't
come true ...

Christine, you're talking
in riddles ...
and it's not
like you ...Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Who is this angel?
This ...
Angel of Music!
Hide
no looger!
Secret and strange
angel ...
He's with me
even now ...Your hands are cold ...

All around me ...Your face, Christine,
it's white ...

It frightens me Don't be frightened
Meg Giry, Are you a dancer? Then come and practice
My dear, I was asked to give you this.
A red scraf ... the attic ... Little Lotte ...

A tour de force! No other way to describe it!
What a relief! Not a single refund!

Greedy.
Richard, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daae!
Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte.
Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind. This is one visit I should prefer to
make
unaccompanied.
As you wish, monsieur.

They appear to have met before ...
Christine Daae, where is your scarf?

Monsieur?
You can't have lose it. After all the trouble I took. I was just
fourteen
and soaked to the skin ...
Because you had run into the sea to fetch my scarf. Oh, Raoul, So it is
you!
Christine.
'Little Lotte let her mind wander ...'
You remember that, too ...
'... Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dools ...'
)
'... or of goblins,
of shoes ...'
'... or of riddles,
of frocks ...'
Those picnics in the attic ...

'... or of chocolates ...'
Father playing the violin ...
As we read to each other dark stories of the North ...
'No - what I love best, Lotte said,
is when I'm asleep in my bed,
and the Angel of Music sings songs in my
head!'
'... The Angel of Music sings songs in my
head!'
Father said, 'When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Music
to
you'. Well, father is dead,
Raoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music.
No doubt of it - And now we'll go to supper!
No, Raoul, the Angel of Music is very strict.
I shan't keep you up late!
No, Raoul ...
You must change. I must get my hat. Two minutes - Little Lotte.
Raoul!

Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion
basking in your
glory!

Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!

)
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen ...
stay by my side,
guide me!

Angel, my soul was
weak -
forgive me ...
enter at last,
Master!

Flattering child
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!

Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!

Angel of Music!
Guide
and guardian!
Grant to me your
Glory!

Angel of Music!
Hide
no longer!
Come to me, strange
Angel ...
I am your Angel ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...

Whose is that voice ...?
Who is that in there ...?

I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Christine! Angel!

In sleep
he sang to me,
in dreams
he came ...
that voice
which calls to me
and speaks
my name ...

And do
I dream again?
For now
I find
the Phantom of the Opera
is there -
inside my mind ...

Sing once
again with me
our strange
duet ...
My power
over you
grows stronger
yet ...

And though
you turn from me,
to glance
behind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there -
inside your mind ...

Those who
have seen your face
draw back
in fear ...
I am
the mask you wear ...

It's me
they hear ...

Your/My spirit
and my/your voice
in one
combined:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there -
inside your/my mind ...

He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera ...
Beware
the Phantom of the Opera ...

In all
your fantasies,
you always
knew
that man
and mystery ...

... were both
in you ...

And in
this labyrinth
where night
is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is there/here -
inside your/my mind ...

Sing, my Angel of Music!

He's there
the Phantom of the Opera ...

I have brought you
to the seat of sweet
music's throne ...
to this kingdom
where all must pay
homage to music ...
music...

You have come here,
for one purpose,
and one alone ...
I first heard you sing,
I have needed
you with me,
to serve me, to sing,
for my music ...
my music ...

Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses
abandon their defences ...

Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour ...
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night ...

Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before ...

Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you ...
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you ...
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night.

Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be!
Only then
can you belong
to me ...

Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of
the music that I write -
the power of
the music of the night ...

You alone
can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ...

I remember
there was mist ...
swirling mist
upon a vast, glassy lake ...

There were candles
all around,
and on the lake there
was a boat,
and in the boat
there was a man ...

Who was that shape
in the shadows?
Whose is the face
in the mask?

D*** you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon -
is this what you wanted to see?

Curse you!
You little lying
Delilah!
You little viper -
now you cannot ever be free!

D*** you ...
Curse you ...

Stranger
than you dreamt it -
can you even
dare to look
or bear to
think of me:
this loathsome
gargoyle, who
burns in bell, but secretly
yearns for heaven,
secretly ...
secretly ...

But, Christine ...

Fear can
Turn to love - you'll
learn to see, to
find the man
behind the
monster: this ...
repulsive
carcass, who
seems a beast, but secretly
dreams of beauty,
secretly ...
secretly ...

Oh, Christine ...

Come we must return -
those two fools
who run my theatre
will be missing you.

Like yellow parchment
is his skin ...
a great black hole served as the
nose that never grew ...
You must be always
on your guard,
or he will catch you with his
magical lasso!
Those who speak
of what they know
find, too late, that prudent
silence is wise.

Joseph Buquet,
hold your tongue -
he will burn you with the
heat of his eyes ...

"Mystery
after gala night,"
if says, "Mystery
of soprano's flight!"

"Mystified
baffled Surete say,
we are mystified -
we suspect foul play!"
Bad news on
soprano scene -
first Carlotta,
now Christine!
Still, at least
the seats get sold
gossip's worth
its weight in gold ...

What a way to
run a business!
Spare me these
unending trials!
Half your cast disappears,
but the crowd still cheers!
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel -
It's a scandal that'll
pack 'em in the aisles!

D***able!
Will they all walk out?
This is d***able!

Andre, please don't shout ...

It's publicity!
And the take is vast!
Free publicity!

But we have no cast ...

But Andre,
have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems
you've got one too ..."Dear Andre
what a charming gala!
Christine enjoyed a great success!
We were hardly bereft
when Carlotta left -
otherwise
the chorus was entrancing,
but the dancing was a
lamentable mess!"
"Dear Firmin,
just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost,
by return of postQ
P.T.O.:
No-one likes a debtor,
so it's better if my
orders are obeyed!"

Who would have the gall
to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain!

These are both signed "O.G." ...

Who the h*** is he?
Opera ghost!
It's really not amusing
He's abusing
our position!

In addition
he wants money
He's a funny
sort of spectre ...
... to expect a
large retainer!
Nothing plainer -
he is clearly quite insane!
Where is she?

You mean Carlotta?
I mean Miss Daae -
where is she?
Well, how should we know?
I want an answer -
I take it that you sent me this note?
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not!
Don't look at us!

She's not with you, then?

Of course not!
We're in the dark ...
Monsieur, don't argue -
Isn't this the
letter you wrote?
And what is it, that we're
meant to have wrote? Written !

"Do not fear for Miss Daae.
The Angel of Music
has her under his wing.
Make no attempt to see her again."
If you didn't write it, who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome back!
Your precious patron -
where is he?
What is it now?
I have your letter -
a letter which I
rather resent!
And did you send it?
Of course not!
As if he would!
You didn't send it?
Of course not!
What's going on ...?
You dare to tell me,
that this is not the
letter you sent ? !
And what is it that I'm
meant to have sent?
"Your days
at the Opera Populaire are numbered.
Christine Daae
will be singing on your behalf tonight.
Be prepared
for a great misfortune,
should you attempt
to take her place."
Far too many
notes for my taste -
and most of them
about Christine!
All we've heard since we came
is Miss Daae's name ...
Miss Daae has returned
I trust her midnight oil
is well and truly burned.
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best
that she went home ...She needed rest
May I see her?
No, monsieur,
she will see no-one.
Will she sing?
Will she sing?

Here, I have a note ...
Let me see it!
Please!
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable
nature,
detailing how my
theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions. I shall
give
you one last chance . . ."
Christine Daae has returned to you,
and I am anxious her career
should progress.
In the new production of "Il Muto",
you will therefore cast Carlotta
as the Pageboy, and put Miss Daae
in the role of Countess.
The role which Miss Daae plays
calls for charm and appeal.
The role of the Pageboy is silent -
which makes my casting,
in a word, ideal.

I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which
will be
kept empty for me.
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination
will
occur.
"I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G."
Christine!
Whatever next ...?
It's all a ploy to help Christine!
This is insane ...
I know who sent this:The Vicomte - her lover!
Indeed? Can you believe this?
Signora!
O traditori!This is a joke!
This changes nothing!
O mentitori!
Signora!
You are our star!
And always will be!
Signora ...
The man is mad!
We don't take orders!
Miss Daae will be playing
the Pageboy - the silent role ...
Carlotta will be playing
the lead!
It's useless trying to
appease me!
You're only saying this
to please me!
Signori, e vero?
Non, non, non voglio udire !
Lasciatemi morire!
O padre mio!
Dio!
Who scorn his word,
beware to those ...

You have reviled me!

The angel sees,
the angel knows ...Why did Christine
fly from my arms ...?
You have rebuked me!
Signora, pardon us ...

You have replaced me!
Please, Signora,
we beseech you ...

This hour shall see
your darkest fears ...
I must see her ...
Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!
The angel knows,
the angel hears ...

Where did she go ...?

Abbandonata!
Disgraziata!

Signora, sing for us!
Don't be a martyr ...What new surprises
lie in store ...?
Our star ...!
Non vo' cantar!
Your public needs you!We need you, too!
Would you not
rather have your
precious little
ingenue?
Signora, no!
the world wants you!Prima donna
first lady of the stage!
Your devotees
are on their knees
to implore you !

Can you bow out
when they're shouting
your name?
Think of how they all
adore you!

Prima donna,
enchant us once again!

Think of your muse ...And of the queues
round the theatre!

Can you deny us the triumph
in store?
Sing, prima donna, once more!
Christine spoke of an angel ...

Prima donna
your song shall live again
You took a snub
but there's a public
who needs you!

She has heard the voice
of the angel of music
Those who hear your voice
liken you to an angel!
Think of their cry
of undying
support !

Is this her angel of music ...?
We get our opera She gets her limelight!
Follow where the limelight
leads you!
Is this ghost
an angel or a madman ...?
Angel or madman ...?
Leading ladies are a trial!
Heaven help you,
those who doubt ...
You'll sing again,
and to unending
ovation!

Orders! Warnings!
Lunatic demands!
This miscasting
will invite damnation ...Tears ... oaths ...
Iunatic demands
are regular occurrences!
Bliss or damnation?
Which has claimed her ...?
Think how you'll shine
in that final encore!
Sing, prima donna,
once more!
Oh fools, to have flouted his warningsSurely, for her sake ...
Surely he'll strike back ...Surely there'll be further scenes -
worse than this!
Think, before
these demands are rejected!
... I must see
these demands are rejected!

... if his threats
and demands are rejected

Who'd believe a diva
happy to relieve a chorus girl,
who's gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette,
entwined in love's duet!
Although he may demur,
he must have been with her!
Christine must be protected!
, fortunata!
Non ancor
abbandonata!
You'd never get away
with all this in a play,
but if it's loudly sung
and in a foreign tongue
it's just the sort of story
audiences adore,
in fact a perfect opera!

His game is overThis is a game
you cannot hope to win!
And in Box Five
a new game will begin ...For, if his curse is on this opera ...
But if his curse is on this opera ...
Prima donna
the world is at your feet!
A nation waits,
and how it hates
to be cheated!
The stress that falls upon a
famous prima donna!
Terrible diseases,
coughs and colds and sneezes!
Still, the dryest throat
will reach the highest note,
in search of perfect
opera!
... then I fear the outcome ...

Christine plays the Pageboy,
Carlotta plays the Countess ...

... should you dare to ...... when you once again ...

Light up the stage
with that age old
rapport!
Sing, prima donna,
once more!
So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met, a
disaster
beyond your
imagination will occur!

Once more!

Gentlemen, if you would care to take your seats? I
shall be sitting in Box Five.
Do you really think that's wise, monsieur?
My dear Andre, there would appear to be no seats
available, other than Box Five...
They say that this youth
has set my Lady's
heart aflame!
His Lordship, sure,
would die of shock
His Lordship is
a laughing-stock!
Should he suspect her,
God protect her!
Shame! Shame! Shame!
This faithless lady's
bound for HADES!
Shame! Shame!! Shame!
Nothing like the old operas!Or the old scenery...
The old singers...
The old audience...
And every seat sold!
Hardly a disaster beyond all imagination!
Serafimo - your dishuise is perfect.
Who can this be?
Gentle wife, admit your loving
husband.
My love - I am called to England
on affairs of State, and must
leave you with your new maid.Though I'd happily
take
the maid with me.
The old fool's leaving!
addio! addio! addio!
Serafimo - away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my
husband's absence!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Haha,
Haha! etc.
Time I tried to get a better better half!
Poor fool, he doesn't know!
Hoho,
Hoho! etc.
If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go!
Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?
He's here: the Phantom of the Opera ...
It's him ... I know it ... it's him ...
Your part is silent, little toad!
A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad ...
Serafimo, away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my croak!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh -
Hahahahaha!
Croak, croak, croak,
croak, croak, croak, etc.
Behold! She is singing to bring down the chandelier!
Non posso piu ...
I cannot ... I cannot go on ...
Cara, cara ... I'm here ...
is all right ... Come ... I'm here ...
Ladies and gentlemen, the performance will continue in
ten minutes' time ...
... when the role of the Countess will be sung by Miss
Christine Daae.
In the meantime, ladies and gentlemen, we shall be
giving you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's
opera.
Maestro - the ballet - now!
Raoul! Raoul!
Christine, come with me ...
No... to the roof. We'll be safe there.
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats. Do
not panic. It was an accident ... simply an accident

Why have you brought us here?

Don't take me back there!

We must return!
He'll kill me!
Be still now ...
His eyes will find me there!
Christine, don't say that ...
Those eyes that burn!
Don't even think it ...
And if he has to kill
a thousand men -
Forget this waking nightmare ...The Phantom of the
Opera will kill ...
This phantom is a fable ...
Believe me ...
... and kill again!
There is no Phantom of the Opera ...My God, who is
this man ...
My God, who is this man ...
... who hunts to kill ...?
... this mask of death ...?
I can't escape from him ...
Whose is this voice you hear ...
... I never will!
... with every breath ...?
And in this
labyrinth,
where night is blind
the Phantom of the Opera
is here:
inside your/my mind ...
There is no Phantom of the Opera ...
Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of
unending night ...
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness ...
darkness ...

Raoul, I've seen him!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that face?
So distorted,
deformed, it
was hardly a face,
in that darkness ...
darkness ...
But his voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound ...
In that night
there was music
in my mind ...
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before ...
What you heard
was a dream
and nothing more ...
Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world ...
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore ...
Christine ...
Christine ...
Christine ...
What was that?
No more talk
of darkness,
Forget these
wide-eyed fears.
I'm here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.

Let me be
your freedom,
let daylight
dry -your tears.
I'm here,
with you, beside you,
to guard you
and to guide you ...
Say you love me
every
waking moment,
turn my head
with talk of summertime ...

Say you need me
with you,
now and always ...
promise me that all
you say is true -
that's all I ask
of you ...
Let me be
your shelter,
let me
be your light.
You're safe:
No-one will find you
your fears are
far behind you ...
All I want
is freedom,
a world with
no more night ...
and you
always beside me
to hold me
and to hide me ...
Then say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime ...
Let me lead you
from your solitude ...

Say you need me
with you
here, beside you ...
anywhere you go,
let me go too -
Christine,
that's all I ask
of you ...

Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime ...
say the word
and I will follow you ...Share each day with
me, each
night, each morning ...

Say you love me ...
You know I do ...
Love me -
that's all I ask
of you ...
Anywhere you go
let me go too ...
Love me -
that's all I ask
of you ...
I must go -
they'll wonder where I am ...
wait for me, Raoul!
Christine, I love you!
Order your fine horses!
Be with them at the door!

And soon you'll be beside me!
You'll guard me, and you'll guide me ...
I gave you my music ...
made your song take wing ...
and now, how you've
repaid me:
denied me
and betrayed me ...
He was bound to love you
when he heard you sing ...

Christine ...
Christine ...
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime ...
say the word
and I will follow you ...

Share each day with
me, each
night, each morning ...You will curse the day
you did not do
all that the Phantom asked
of you ...!

Go! !

RAOUL
No more talk
of darkness,
Forget these
wide-eyed fears.
I'm here,
nothing can harm you -
my words will
warm and calm you.

Let me be
your freedom,
let daylight
dry -your tears.
I'm here,
with you, beside you,
to guard you
and to guide you . . .

CHRISTINE
Say you love me
every
waking moment,
turn my head
with talk of summertime . . .

Say you need me
with you,
now and always . . .
promise me that all
you say is true -
that's all I ask
of you . . .

RAOUL
Let me be
your shelter,
let me
be your light.
You're safe:
No-one will find you
your fears are
far behind you . . .

CHRISTINE
All I want
is freedom,
a world with
no more night . . .
and you
always beside me
to hold me
and to hide me . . .

RAOUL
Then say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Iet me lead you
from your solitude . . .

Say you need me
with you
here, beside you . . .
anywhere you go,
let me go too -
Christine,
that's all I ask
of you . . .

CHRISTINE
Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime . . .
say the word
and I will follow you . . .

BOTH
Share each day with
me, each
night, each morning . . .

CHRISTINE
Say you love me . . .

RAOUL
You know I do . . .

BOTH
Love me -
that's all I ask
of you . . .

(They kiss)

Anywhere you go
let me go too . . .
Love me -
that's all I ask
of you . . .

PHANTOM:
I gave you my music . . .
made your song take wing . . .
and now, how you've
repaid me:
denied me
and betrayed me . . .
He was bound to love you
when he heard you sing . . .

Christine ...
Christine ...

M'sieur Firmin?
M'sieur Andre?

Dear Andre
what a splendid party!
The prologue
to a bright new year!
Quite a night!
I'm impressed!
Well, one does
one's best ...
Here's to us!
I must say, all the same, that
it's a shame that 'Phantom'
fellow isn't here!
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!

Masquerade!
Every face a different shade ...
Masquerade!
Look around -
there's another
mask behind you!

Flash of mauve ...
Splash of puce ...
Fool and king ...
Ghoul and goose ...
Green and black ...
Queen and priest ...
Trace of rouge ...
Face of beast ...

Faces ...
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round ...
in an inhuman race ...

Eye of gold ...
Thigh of blue ...
True is false ...
Who is who ...?
Curl of lip ...
Swirl of gown ...
Ace of hearts ...
Face of clown ...

Faces ...
Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned
in the light ...
in the sound ...
But who can name the face ...?
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!

Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!

Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies ...
Masquerade!
You can fool
any friend who
ever knew you!

Masquerade!
Leering satyrs,
peering eyes ...
Masquerade!
Run and hide -
but a face will
still pursue you!

What a night!
What a crowd!
Makes you glad!
Makes you proud!
All the creme de la creme!
Watching us watching them!
And all our fears are in the past!

Six months...
Of relief!
Of delight!
Of Elysian peace!
And we can breathe at last!
No more notes!
No more ghost!
Here's a health!
Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!
To our friends who are here
And may its splendour never fade!
Six months!
What a joy!
What a change!
What a blessed release!

And what a masquerade!

Think of it!
A secret engagement!
Look - your future bride!
Just think of it!
But why is it secret?
What have we to hide?
Please, let's not fight ...
Christine, you're free!
Wait till the time is right ...When will that be?
It's an engagement,
not a crime!

Christine,
What are you
afraid of?
Let's not argue ...
Let's not argue ...

Please pretend ...
I can only hope I'll ...
You will ...
... understand
in time ...Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade!
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!

Masquerade!
Every face a different shade!
Masquerade!
Look around -
There's another
mask behind you!

Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads ...
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!

Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds ...
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!
Why so silent, good messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs?
I have written you an opera!
Here I bring the finished score -
"Don Juan Triumphant" !
I advise you
to comply -
my instructions
should be clear -
Remember
there are worse things
than a shattered chandelier ...

Your chains are still mine -
you will sing for me!

Madame Giry. Madame Giry ...
Monsieur, don't ask me - I know no more than
anyone else.
That's not true. You've seen something, haven't you ?
I don't know what I've seen ... Please don't ask me,
monsieur ...Madame, for all our sakes ...
Very well. It was years ago. There was a travelling
fair in the city. Tumblers, conjurors, human
oddities ...
Go on ...
And there was ... I shall never forget him: a man ...
Locked in a cage ...
In a cage ... ?
A prodigy, monsieur! Scholar, architect, musician ...
A composer ...
And an inventor too, monsieur. They boasted he had
once built for the Shah of Persia, a maze of
mirrors ...
Who was this man ...?
A freak of nature ...
more monster
than man ...
Deformed ...?
From birth, it seemed ...My God ...And then ... he
went missing. He escaped.

Go on.
They never found him
it was said he
had died ...
But he didn't die, did he?
The world forgot him,
but I never can ...
For in this darkness
I have seen him again ...And so our
Phantom's this man ...I have said too much,
monsieur.
And there have been too many accidents ...

Accidents?!
Too many ...Madame Giry ...!

[Thanks to Onna for correct <Masqurede> lyrics.]

Ludicrous!
Have you seen the score? Simply ludicrous!
It's the final straw!This is lunacy!
Well, you know my views ...Utter lunacy!
But we daren't refuse ...
Not another
chandelier ...Look, my friend, what
we have here ...

"Dear Andre,
Re my orchestrations:
We need another first bassoon.
Get a player with tone -
and that third trombone
has to go!
The man could not be deafer,
so please preferably one
who plays in tune!"
"Dear Firmin,
vis a vis my opera:
some chorus-members must be sacked.
If you could, find out which
has a sense of pitch -
wisely, though,
I've managed to assign a
rather minor role to those
who cannot act! "
Outrage!
What is it now?
This whole affair is
an outrage!

Signora, please ...
Now what's the matter?
Have you seen
the size of my part?
Signora, listen ...
It's an insult!
Not you as well!
Just look at this -
it's an insult!
Please, understand ...
Signor! Signora!
The things I have
to do for my art!
If you can call
this gibberish "art" !Ah! Here's our little flower!

Ah Miss Daae
quite the lady
of the hour!
You have
secured the largest role
in this "Don Juan".
Christine Daae?
She doesn't have
the voice!
Signora, please!
Then I take it
you're agreeing.
She's behind this ...
It appears we have
no choice.
She's the one
behind this!
Christine Daae!
How dare you!

I'm not a fool!
You evil woman!
How dare you!
You think I'm blind?
This isn't my fault!
I don't want any
part in this plot!
Miss Daae, surely ...
But why not?
What does she say?
It's your decision
But why not?
She's backing out!
You have a duty!I cannot sing it,
duty or not!
Christine ...
Christine ...
You don't have to ...
they can't make you ...
Please, monsieur:
another note.
"Fondest greetings
to you all !
A few instructions
just before
rehearsal starts:
Carlotta must be
taught to act ... ,"
... not her normal trick
of strutting round the stage.
Our Don Juan must
lose some weight -
it's not healthy in
a man of Piangi's age.
And my managers
must learn
that their place is in
an office, not the arts.

As for Miss Christine Daae ...
No doubt she'll
do her best - it's
true her voice is
good. She knows, though,
should she wish to excel
she has much still
to learn, if pride will
let her
return to me, her
teacher,
her teacher ...

Your obedient friend ...
"... and Angel ..."
We have all been
blind - and yet the
answer is staring us
in the face ...
This could be the
chance to ensnare our
clever friend ...
We're listening ...Go on.
We shall play his
game - perform his
work - but remember we
hold the ace ...
For, if Miss Daae
sings, he is certain
to attend ...
We make certain
the doors are barred ...
We make certain
our men are there ...

We make certain
they're armed ...
Madness!I'm not so sure ...

Not if it works ...
This is madness!

The tide will turn!
Monsieur, believe me -
there is no way of
turning the tide!
You stick to ballet!Then help us!
Monsieur, I can't ...

Instead of warning us ...

Help us!I wish I could ...Don't make excuses!

Or could it be that
you're on his side? Monsieur, believe me,
I intend no ill ...

But messieurs, be careful -
we have seen him kill ...
We say he'll fall
and fall he will!

She's the one behind this!
Christine!
This is all her doing!
This is the truth!
Christine Daae!

This is his undoing!
If you succeed
you free us all -
this so called "angel"
has to fall!

Angel of music,
fear my fury -
Here is where you fall!

Hear my warning!
Fear his fury!
What glory can
she hope to gain?
It's clear to all
the girl's insane!
Christine sings
We'll get our man ...

She is crazy!
She is raving!
If Christine helps
us in this plan ...
Say your prayers,
black angel of death!
Please don't ...If Christine won't,
then no-one can ...

Monsieur, I beg you,
do not do this ...
Gran Dio!
Che imbroglio
This will seal his fate!If you don't stop,
I'll go mad! ! !
Raoul, I'm frightened -
don't make me do this ...
Raoul, it scares me -
don't put me through this
ordeal by fire ...
he'll take me, I know ...
we'll be parted for ever ...
he won't let me go ...

What I once used to dream
I now dread ...
if he finds me, it won't
ever end ...
and he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head ...
he'll always be there,
singing songs in my head ...
She's mad ...

You said yourself
he was nothing
but a man ...

Yet while he lives,
he will haunt us
till we're dead ...
Twisted every way,
what answer can I give?
Am I to risk my life,
to win the chance to live?
Can I betray the man
who once inspired my voice?
Do I become his prey?
Do I have any choice?

He kills without a thought,
he murders all that's good ...
I know I can't refuse
and yet, I wish I could ...
Oh God - if I agree,
what horrors wait for me
in this, the Phantom's opera ...?
Christine, Christine,
don't think that I don't care -
but every hope
and every prayer
rests on you now ...
So, it is to be war between us! But this time,
clever friend, the disaster will be yours!

Hide our sword now wounded knight!
Your vainglorious gasconnade
brought you to your final fight
for your pride, high price you've paid!
CHRISTINE
Silken couch and hay-filled barnQ
both have been his battlefield
Those who tangle with Don Juan ...
No, no, no! ChorusQrest, please.
Don Juan, Signor Piangi - here is the phrase.
Those who tangle with Don Juan ..."
If you please?

Those who tangle with Don Juan
No, no. Nearly - but no.
"Those who tan, tan, tan ..."
Those who tangle with Don Juan ...
His way is better. At least he make it sound like
music!
Signora - would you speak that way in the presence of
the composer?
The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would
...
Are you certain of that, Signora ...?
So, once again - after seven.
Five, six, seven ...

Those who tangle with Don Juan ...
Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter what notes we
sing?
Have patience, Signora.
No-one will know if it is right or if it is wrong.
No-one will care if it is right, or if it is wrong.

Those who tangle
with Don Juan!

Those who tan ... tan ...
Is right?
Not quite, Signor:
Those who tan ... tan ...Ladies ... Signor Piangi ...
if you please ...

Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!
In sleep
he sang to me,
in dreams
he came ...
that voice
which calls to me
and speaks
my name ...
Little Lotte
thought of everything and nothing ...
Her Father promised her
that he would send her the Angel of Music ...
Her father promised her ...
Her father promised her ...

You were once
my one companion ...
you were all
that mattered ...
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered ...

Wishing you were
somehow here again ...
wishing you were
somehow near ...
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here ...

Wishing I could
hear your voice again ...
knowing that I
never would ...
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could ...

Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle ...

Too many years
fighting back tears ...
Why can't the past
just die ...?

Wishing you were
somehow here again ...
knowing we must
say goodbye ...
Try to forgive ...
teach me to live ...
give me the strength
to try ...

No more memories,
no more silent tears ...
No more gazing across
the wasted years ...
Help me say
goodbye.

Wandering child ...
so lost ...
so helpless ...
yearning for my
guidance ...
Angel ... or father ...
friend ... or
Phantom ... ?
Who is it there,
staring ... ?

Have you
forgotten your Angel ...?
Angel ... oh, speak ...
What endless
longings
echo in this
whisper ...!
Too long you've wandered
in winter ...Once again
she is his ...
Far from my
far-reaching gaze ...
Once again
she returns ...

Wildly my mind
beats against you ...
You resist ...
Yet your/the soul
obeys ...

... to the arms
of her angel ...
angel or demon ...
still he calls her ...
luring her back, from the grave ...
angel or dark seducer ...?
Who are you, strange
angel ...?
Angel of Music!
You denied me,
turning from true beauty ...
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me ...
Come to your strange
Angel ...
Angel of Music!
I denied you,
turning from true beauty ...
Angel of Music!
My protector ...
Come to me, strange
Angel ...
I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Angel of darkness!
Cease this torment!
I am your Angel of Music ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ...
Christine! Christine listen to me!
Whatever you may believe, this man ...
this thing ... is not your father!
Let her go! For God's sake, let her go! Christine !
Raoul ...Bravo, monsieur!
Such spirited words!
More tricks, monsieur?
Let's see, monsieur
how far you dare go!
More deception? More violence?
Raoul, no ...
That's right, that's right,
monsieur -
keep walking this way!
You can't win her love by making her your prisoner.
Raoul, don't ...
Stay back!
I'm here, I'm here,
monsieur:
the angel of death!
Come on, come on,
monsieur
Don't stop, don't stop!
Raoul! Come back ...
Don't go!
So be it! Now let it be war upon you both!

You understand your instructions?
Sir!
When you hear the whistle, take up your positions.
I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It
is
essential that all doors are properly secured.
Are we doing the right thing, Andre?
Have you got a better idea?
Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order?

Give the order.
You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this
box?
Yes, sir.Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if
you have to - but shoot. To kill.
How will I know, sir? You'll know
Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this
will work? Will Miss Daae sing?
Don't worry, Firmin. Andre?
We're in your hands, sir.
My men are now in position, sirGo ahead, then.
Are the doors secure?
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . .
Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the
times comes!
But, Monsieur le Vicomte .
No "buts"! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is
right . . .
Seal my
fate tonight - I
hate to have to
cut the fun short
but the joke's
wearing thin . . .
Let the audience in . . .
Let my opera begin!

Here the sire may serve the dam,
here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb
utters one despairing bleat!

Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!

Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when
tables, plans and maids are laid,
Don Juan triumphs once again!
Passarino, faithful friend,
once again recite the plan.

Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man
When you met you wore my cloak,
with my scarf you hid your face.
She believes she dines with me,
in her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff,
stealing what, in truth, is mine.
When it's late and modesty
starts to mellow, with the wine ...
You come home! I use your voice -
slam the door like crack of doom!
I shall say: "come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!"

Poor thing hasn't got a chance!

Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured,
if I do not forget myself and laugh ...

"... no thoughts
within her head,
but thoughts of joy!
No dreams
within her heart
but dreams of love!"

Master?
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey ...
You have come here
in pursuit of
your deepest urge,
in pursuit of
that wish,
which till now
has been silent,
silent ...

I have brought you,
that our passions
may fuse and merge -
in your mind
you've already
succumbed to me
dropped all defences
completely succumbed to me -
now you are here with me:
no second thoughts,
you've decided,
decided ...

Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at
an end ...
Past all thought
of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend ...

What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us ...?

Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return ...

You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence ...

I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why ...
In my mind,
I've already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenceless and silent -
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,

I've decided,
decided ...

Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun ...
Past all thought
of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we're one ...?

When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us ...?
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold -
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn ...
We've passed the point
of no return ...

Say you'll share with
me one
love, one lifetime ...
Lead me, save me
from my solitude ...
Say you want me
with you,
here beside you ...
Anywhere you go
let me go too -
Christine
that's all I ask of ...
What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
Oh, my God ... my God ...
We're ruined, Andre - ruined!

Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!

Oh, my darling, my darling ... who has done
this ...?
You! Why did you let this happen?
Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
But can I trust you?
You must. But remember: your hand at the level of your
eyes
But why ...?
Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet.
Now Piangi.
Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
No, Meg! No, you stay here!
Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too
late ...

Down once more
to the dungeon
of my black despair!
Down we plunge
to the prison
of my mind!
Down that path
into darkness
deep as hell!
Why, you ask,
was I bound and chained
in this cold and dismal place?
Not for any
mortal sin, but the
wickedness of
my abhorrent face!

Track down this murderer!
He must be found!
Hounded out by
everyone!
Met with hatred
everywhere!
No kind word from
anyone!
No compassion
anywhere!

Christine, Christine ...
Why, why ...?
Your hand at the level of your eyes!
... at the level of your eyes ...
He lives across the lake, monsieur. This is as far as
I dare go.
Madame Giry, thank you.Track down this
murderer -
He must be found!
Hunt out this
animal,
who runs to ground!
Too long he's
preyed on us -
but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
deep down below ...

He's here: the Phantom of the Opera ...

Have you gorged yourself
at last, in your
lust for blood?
Am I now to be
prey to your
lust for flesh?
That fate, which
condemns me
to wallow in blood
has also
denied me
the joys of the flesh ...
this face -
the infection
which poisons our love ...
This face,
which earned
a mother's fear
and loathing ...
A mask,
my first
unfeeling scrap
of clothing ...
Pity comes
too late -
turn around
and face your fate:
an eternity of this
before your eyes!
This haunted face
holds no horror
for me now ...
It's in your soul
that the true
distortion lies ...

Wait! I think, my dear,
we have a guest!

Sir, this is indeed
an unparalleled delight!
I had rather hoped
that you would come.
And now my wish comes true -
you have truly made my night!
Free her!
Do what you like
only free her!
Have you no pity?
Your lover makes
a passionate plea!
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion ...
The world showed no
compassion to me!
Christine ...
Christine ...Let me see her ...
Be my guest, sir ...
Monsieur, I
bid you welcome!
Did you think that
I would harm her?
Why should I make
her pay
for the sins which
are yours?
Order your fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
Nothing can save you now -
except perhaps Christine ...
Start a new life with me -
Buy his freedom with your love!
Refuse me, and you send your lover to his
death!
This is the choice -
This is the point of no return!
The tears I might have shed
for your dark fate
grow cold, and turn to tears
of hate ...

Christine, forgive
me please forgive me ...
I did it all
for you, and all for
nothing ...
Farewell
my fallen idol
and false friend ...
One by one
I've watched
illusions shattered ...
Past all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting Either way
you choose,
he has to win ...

For either way
you choose,
you cannot win!

So, do you end
your days with me,
or do you send
him to his grave?
Why make her lie
to you, to save
me?
Angel of Music ...
Past the point
of no return -

For pity's sake,
Christine, say no!
... why this torment?
... the final threshold ...Don't throw your life
away for my sake ...
When will you see
reason ...?
His life is now the prize
which you must earn!I fought so hard
to free you ...

Angel of Music ...You've passed the point
of no return ...

... you deceived me -
I gave my mind
blindly ...

You try my patience -
make your choice!
Pitiful creature
of darkness ...
What kind of life
have you known ...?

God give me courage
to show you
you are not
alone ...
Track down this
murderer -
he must be found!
Hunt out this
animal,
who runs to ground!

Too long he's
preyed on us -
but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there
deep down below ...
Who is this monster,
this murdering beast?
Revenge for Piangi!
Revenge for Buquet!
This creature
must never go free ...
Take her - forget me - forget all of this ...
Leave me alone - forget all you've seen ...
Go now - don't let them find you!
Take the boat - leave me here - go now,
don't wait ...
Just take her and go - before it's too late ...
Go ...
Go now - go now and leave me!
Masquerade ...
Paper faces on parade ...
Masquerade ...
Hide your face
so the world will
never find you ...
Christine, I love you ...
Say you'll share with
me, one
love, one lifetime ...
say the word
and I will follow you ...
Share each day with me ...
... each night ...

... each morning ...
You alone
can make my song take flight -
it's over now, the music of the night ...