Hugh Panaro - Final Lair [1] | Текст песни

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CHRISTINE:
Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?
Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh?

PHANTOM:
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!

CHRISTINE:
This haunted face holds no horror for me now
It's in your soul that the true distortion lies

PHANTOM:
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!

RAOUL:
Free her! Do what you like, only free her!
Have you no pity?

PHANTOM:
Your lover makes a passionate plea!

CHRISTINE:
Please, Raoul, it's useless

RAOUL:
I love her! Does that mean nothing?

PHANTOM:
The world showed no compassion to me!

RAOUL:
Christine, Christine... Let me see her

PHANTOM:
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!

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