![]() Monsieur, I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would 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. The world showed no compassion to me! Christine, Christine Let me see her! Be my guest, sir. Raoul! 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! Please, Raoul, it's useless! I love her! Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion. 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! Hunt down this murderer He must be found! Hounded out by everyone! Met with hatred everywhere! No kind words from anyone! No compassion anywhere! Christine, why? Why? Your hand at the level of your eyes At the level of your eyes Your hand at the level of your eyes (at the level of your eyes) 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, this infection which poisons our love This face, which earns 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. ![]()
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