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
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 hell,
but secretly yearns for heaven,
secretly...
secretly...
But, 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.
