RAOUL:
Why have you brought me here?
CHRISTINE:
Can’t go back there!
RAOUL:
We must return!
Christine:
He’ll kill you!
His eyes will find us there!
RAOUL:
Christine, don’t say that. ..
CHRISTINE:
Those eyes that burn!
RAOUL:
Don’t even think it. ..
CHRISTINE:
And if he has to kill
a thousand men —
RAOUL:
Forget this waking nightmare. ..
CHRISTINE:
The Phantom of the Opera will kill. ..
RAOUL:
This phantom is a fable. ..
Believe me. ..
CHRISTINE:
.. . and kill again!
RAOUL:
There is no Phantom of the Opera. ..
CHRISTINE:
My God, who is this man. ..
RAOUL:
My God, who is this man. ..
CHRISTINE:
.. . who hunts to kill. . .?
RAOUL:
.. . this mask of death. . .?
CHRISTINE:
I can’t escape from him. ..
RAOUL:
Whose is this voice you hear. ..
CHRISTINE:
.. .I never will!
RAOUL:
.. . with every breath. . .?
BOTH:
And in this
labyrinth,
where night is blind
the Phantom of the Opera
is here:
inside your/my mind. ..
RAOUL:
There is no Phantom of the Opera. ..
CHRISTINE:
Raoul, I’ve been there —
to his world of unending night. ..
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness. ..
darkness. ..
Raoul, I’ve seen him!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that face?
So distorted,
deformed, it was hardly a face,
in that darkness. ..
darkness. ..
But his voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound. ..
In that night
there was music
in my mind. ..
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I’d never
heard before. ..
RAOUL:
What you heard
was a dream
and nothing more. ..
CHRISTINE:
Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world. ..
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore. ..
RAOUL:
Christine. ..
Christine.. .
PHANTOM:
Christine. ..