Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. Angel or father, friend or phantom, who is it there staring? Have you forgotten your angel? What endless mornings circle in this whisper? Too long you've wandered in winter, far from my fathering gaze. Wildly my mind beats against you, yet I find you there. Angel of music, I am your angel. I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music. I am your angel of music. Come to me, angel of music. I am your angel of music. More tricks, monsieur. Let's see, monsieur. How far you dare go. More deception, more violence. That's right, that's right. Keep walking this way. You can't win her love by making her your prisoner. I'm here, I'm here, monsieur. The angel of death. Come on, come on. Don't stop, don't stop. So be it. Now let there be war upon you both. Now! You understand your instructions? When you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It is essential that all doors are properly secured. Andre, are we doing the right thing? Well, have you got a better idea? Monsieur Le Vicomte, am I to give the order? Give the order. You, in the pit. Do you have a clear view of that box? Yes, sir. Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to, but shoot to kill. How will I know, sir? You'll know. Monsieur Le Vicomte, are you confident this will work? Will Miss Diacy... Don't worry! Fear not. Andre, we're in your hands, monsieur. My men are now in position, sir. Go ahead, then. Are the doors secure? Secure! Secure! Secure! Secure! Secure! I'm here, the phantom of the opera. I'm here, the phantom of the opera. I'm here. I'm here. I'm here! You idiot! I said only when the time comes! But, monsieur Le Vicomte... No buts! For once, monsieur Le Vicomte is right. Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short. But the joke's wearing thin. Let my opera begin! Hear the silence of the night! Hear the bars that taste his meat! Hear the sacrificial laugh Of those who on this ferry bleed! Poor young maiden, Full of fear and a tongue of stolen sweet, You will have to pay the bill You will have to pay the bill Tranquil in the wine and cheers Serve me and serve the maid! Serve the master's soul at bay! Take her hand and lead her gay! Long live triumph! Long live triumph! Shoo! Pass her in, O faithful friend, Once again recite the plan. Your youngest believes I'm you, I the master, you the man. When you met you wore my cloak, She could not have seen your face. She believes she dines with me In her master's borrowed place. Fertively we'll stop and quack, Stealing what in truth is mine. When it's late and modesty Starts to mellow with the wine, You come home, I use your voice, Slam the door like a rack of gold. I will say, come hide with me. Where, oh where? Of course, my room. Clothing hasn't got a chance! Here's my hat, my cloak, and sword, Coin, twist, scissor, sword. If I do not forget myself and laugh. Ha! Ha! Ha! Nor thoughts within her head But thoughts of joy. Nor dreams within her heart But dreams of love. Master Passerino, Go away, for the trap is set And wait for its prey. You have come here In pursuit of your deepest urge, In pursuit of that wish Which till now has been silent, silent. I have brought to you That our passion may fuse and merge. In your mind you already succumbed to me, Dropped all defenses, Completely succumbed to me. Now you are here with me, No second thoughts, You've decided. Decided.