PHANTOM: 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 to this cold and dismal place? Not for any mortal sin, but the wickedness of my abhorrent face!
MOB: Track down this murderer! He must be found! Track down this murderer! He must be found!
PHANTOM: Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine... Why, why?
GIRY: Your hand at the level of your eyes!
RAOUL: ...At the level of your eyes...
MOB: Your hand at the level of your eyes!
GIRY: This is as far as I dare go. RAOUL: Thank you.
MOB: Track down this murderer! He must be found! Track down this murderer! He must be found! He is here, the Phantom of the Opera . . .