CHRISTINE 
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?

PHANTOM
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 bare to think of me:
this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in h***,
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
theater will be missing you.