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PHANTOM

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!



MOB

Track down this murderer!

He must be found!



PHANTOM

Hounded out by

everyone!

Met with hatred

everywhere!

No kind word from

anyone!

No compassion

anywhere!



Christine, Christine...

Why, why...?



GIRY

Your hand at the level of your

eyes!



RAOUL

..at the level of your eyes...



MOB

Your hand at the level of your

eyes!



MOB

Track down this

murderer -

He must be found!

Hunt out this

animal,

who runs to ground!

Too long he's preyed on us -

but now we know:

the Phantom of the Opera

is there,

deep down below...



He's here:

the Phantom of the Opera...



CHRISTINE

Have you gorged yourself

at last, in your

lust for blood?



Am I now to be

prey to your

lust for flesh?



PHANTOM

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...



Pit