I remember there was a mist
glasy Swirling upon a vast, glasy lake
There was 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 praying 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 hell
But secretly yearns for heavens
secretly,secretly... but Christine
Fear can turn to love
You will 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 -