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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
in 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!
PHANTOM
Hounded out by
everyone!
Met with hatred
everywhere!
No kind word from
anyone!
No compassion
anywhere!
Christine, 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!
MOB
Track down this
murderer -
He must be found!
Hunt out this
animal,
who runs to ground!
Too long he's preyed on us -
but now we know:
the Phantom of the Opera
is there,
deep down below...
He's here:
the Phantom of the Opera...
CHRISTINE
Have you gorged yourself
at last, in your
lust for blood?
Am I now to be
prey to your
lust for flesh?
PHANTOM
That fate, which
condemns me
to wallow in blood
has also
denied me
the joys of the flesh...
this face -
the infection
which poisons our love...
This face,
which earned
a mother's fear
and loathing...
A mask,
my first
unfeeling scrap
of clothing...
Pit
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