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.
Pity comes too late! Turn around and face your fate!
An eternity of this before your eyes…

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!

Hounded out by everyone,
Met with hatred everywhere,
No kind words from anyone,
No compassion anywhere…
Christine… Christine…
Why, why…?

Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime
Lead me, save me from my solitude…
Say you want me with you here beside you
Anywhere you go let me go too
Christine that’s all I ask of…

Past the point of no return, no going back now
Our passion-play has now at last begun
Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question
How long should we two wait before we’re one?

When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
When will the flames at last consume us?

Past the point of no return, the final threshold
The bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn
We’ve passed the point of no return…

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…
Oh, Christine…

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again? For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there…. inside my mind