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?

Damn 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!

Damn 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 ...

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.