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.