Nhạc sĩ: Claude Michel Schonberg, Alain Boublil, Herbert Kretzmer
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
There, out in the darkness, a fugitive running, fallen from God, fallen from grace, God be my witness. I never shall yield, till we come face to face, till we come face to face. He knows his way in the dark, mine is the way of the Lord. Those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward. And if they fall, as Lucifer fell, the flame, the sword. Stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted, filling the darkness with order and light. You are the sentinel, silent and sure, keeping watch in the night, keeping watch in the night. You know your place in the sky, you hold your course and your aim, and each in your season returns and returns, and is always the same. And if you fall, as Lucifer fell, you fall in flame. And so it must be, and so it is written on the doorway to paradise, that those who falter and those who fall, must pay the price. Lord, let me find him, that I may see him. Safe behind bars, I will never rest. Till then, this I swear, this I swear by the stars.