Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd Then tell me, Maria Why I see her dancing there Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul I feel her, I see her The sun caught in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control Like fire Hellfire This fire in my skin This burning Desire Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault
I'm not to blame
It is the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame
It's not my fault
If in God's plan
He made the devil so much Stronger than a man
Protect me, Maria Don't let this siren cast her spell Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone Destroy Esmeralda And let her taste the fires of hell Or else let her be mine and mine alone Guard Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped Frollo What? Guard No longer in the cathedral. She's gone Frollo But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris
Hellfire Dark fire Now gypsy, it's your turn Choose me or Your pyre Be mine or you will burn