angel of music... ANDRE & FIRMIN Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel! CARLOTTA Think of their cry of undying support! ANDRE We get our opera
, one lifetime Say the word and I will follow you Share each day with me, each night, each morning You will curse the day you did not do All that the Phantom
PHANTOM'S VOICE Insolent boy! This slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph! CHRISTINE
me they hear My spirit and my voice in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind Beware the Phantom of the Opera Is that the Phantom of the Opera
me, in this, the Phantom's opera? Raoul: Christine, Christine don't think that I don't care, but every hope, and every prayer rests on you now. Phantom
he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go! Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty? He's here: the Phantom of the Opera ... It's him Your
Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the
to me, strange angel PHANTOM I am your Angel of Music Come to me: Angel of Music RAOUL Whose is that voice? Who is that in there? PHANTOM I am your
You were once my one companion You were all that mattered You were once a friend and father Then my world was shattered Wishing you were somehow here
CHORUS Masquerade! Paper faces on parade . . . Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you! Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Child of the wilderness Born into emptiness Learn to be lonely Learn to find your way in darkness Who will be there for you Comfort and care for you
Christine: The Phantom of the Opera will kill Raoul: This phantom is a fable Believe me Christine: ...and kill again! Raoul: There is no Phantom of the Opera
But now we know The Phantom of the Opera is here Deep down below He's here, the Phantom of the Opera! He's here, the Phantom of the Opera! CHRISTINE
No one would listen No one but her Heard as the outcast hears. Shamed into solitude Shunned by the multitude I learned to listen In my dark, my heart
Past the point of no return, no backward glances The games we've played, till now are at an end Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting Abandon
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently night unfurls
AMINTA(CHRISTINE) No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy No dreams within her heart, but dreams of love PASSARINO Master? DON JUAN(PHANTOM