Why have you brought us here? Take me back there. We must return. He'll kill me. He'll be still alive. His eyes will find me there. She don't say that. Whose eyes? That burnt man. Don't even think you know. He has to kill a thousand men. Don't let this waking nightmare ruin you. The Phantom of the Opera is a villain. This phantom is a favor, believe me. There is no Phantom of the Opera. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. Who haunts to kill. This mask of death. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. I've got to whiz this man. Darkness, darkness. But this voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In the night there was music in my mind. And through music my soul began to soar. And I heard as I'd never heard before. It was a dream and nothing more. Yet in his eyes all the sadness over. Those bleeding eyes that both threaten and adore. Christine, Christine. What is that?