Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die …

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before …

Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world …

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb,That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, …

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake …

He offered his love … she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

when a man”, continued Raoul,”adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl’s affections. ..””The man must be either a villain, or the girl a fool: is that it?

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!

Stay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!…Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and...

The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?

Look!You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik’s face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh?...

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night.

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.

The passion I feel for you is more than you’re prepared for. – Eric

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.

Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?

‘You must expect to make enemies.’ ‘I never expect to make anything else,’ he said.