So many times out there, I've watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night. They had a kind of glow around them, it almost looked like heaven's light. I knew I'd never know that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might. No face as hideous as my face was ever meant for heaven's light. But suddenly an angel has smiled at me and kissed my cheek without a trace of fright. I dare to dream that she might even care for me, and as I ring these bells tonight, my cold dark tower seems so bright. I swear it must be heaven's light. Viteo Deo, Agni Potenti, Reate Mariae, Sente Virgini, Elefomita, Eliana, Gemma, Sanctis Apostolis, Omnibus Sanctis. Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud. Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there, why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul. I feel her, I see her, the sun caught in her raven hair is blazing in me out of all control. Like fire, hellfire, this fire in my skin, this burning desire is turning me to sin. It's not my fault, I'm not to blame. It is the gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame. It's not my fault, if in God's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than a man. Protect me, Maria, don't let the siren cast her spell, don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone. Destroy Esmeralda, and let her taste the fires of hell, or else let her be mine and mine alone. Minister Furrow, the gypsy has escaped. What? She's nowhere in the cathedral, she's gone. But how? Never mind, get out you idiot. I'll find her, I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris. Hellfire, dark fire, now gypsy it's your turn. Choose me or your pyre, be mine or you will burn. God have mercy on her, God have mercy on me, but she will be mine or she will burn. No!