THE PHANTOM’S NIGHT VISIT

Wind:

The Phantom loves you, dear Christine
for in the midst of night he gazes so
at his sleeping queen.

Lie you in your fantasies
as the Angel of Music hums,
'My love, to you Erik comes.’

While the dewdrops on rose petals crystallize,
a shivering shadow draws near in mesmerize
caressing your face with hands like ice,
gently like the first falling snowflake,
longingly like a lover’s heartache.

Erik is coming to his lady tonight
to fulfill desires he can no longer fight,
for how strong can a man hold firm his passion
when love has clouded his emotion?

Phantom:

Beautiful creature, what spell have you put on me?
why must you seduce Erik with your beauty
and let me suffer this agony?

I am mad for your thorned love, Christine.
But torn I am between affection and sin.

I could just lean next to you
till the Moon bids me adieu’.
I’d endlessly savour my love’s soft lips
as long as the sun stays below the mountains’ hips.

But you look so lovely in undisturbed sleep
with that sensuous form I wish were mine to keep.
What dreams are you harbouring, my sweet soul?
Do you dream about Erik,
or are you dreaming of Raoul?

Ah, how I wish you’d be frozen eternally
in that captivating charm and be near to me,
forever letting Erik lonely no more.
There is no greater love I look for.

Love – how sacred that word meant!

As though universal, it does not bent
on vagrant souls and dark knights,
nor phantoms amidst the black of night.

Since Romance paints love with godly men
having amour with gorgeous women,
where am I to be in this scene?
I could only but crave
for the love of Christine.

Under the gleaming twilight
I serenade into my beloved’s ear,
‘Come away with Erik, my dear.
Erik shall make you queen in his chamber.’

‘Surrender your heart
to this solitary soul.
And never remember any Raoul.’

Wind:

Sleep well into the breaking dawn,
Songbird of the Angel of Music.
Amon-Ra has arisen in his magnifique.

Erik leaves you to your rest so serene.
Till another nightfall,
the Phantom will come to Christine.



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