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?

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 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.