In darkness born, in darkness laid to rest Our time between passing, still so alone So masks are worn to veil our troubled souls Some masks are used, some others refused But one could not choose Oh, poor Erik! Once born, in darkness mourned The Persian: Do you believe in ghosts? Can you believe in what you’ve never seen? Someone told us long ago That it’s always better not to know So we lock our doors and hide our eyes And whisper reassuring lies
Chorus:
But long ago, in the bowels of the Paris Opera There lived a demon, an angel, a lunatic, a genius, a ghost!
Erik:
A man… A man who felt too much A man with scars too deep A man whose name drew only fear and scorn A man who longed to touch A man who longed to weep A man whose only crime was being born But a ghost can live beyond the shade And maniupulate a noose or blade And haunt til debts are paid And if this story needs a moral, then listen well and learn: The wheel turns slowly, but it turns!
Chorus:
Now let’s start the masquerade Witness how the farce is played Masks can’t hide the ghosts within As we watch the trial beginTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
