Wandering Child .../Bravo Bravo - Live At The Royal Albert Hall/2011

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?)
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper?

Too long you've wandered in winter (Once again she is his)
Far from my fathering gaze (Once again she returns)
Wildly, my mind beats against you (You resist)
Yet your soul obeys (To the arms of her angel)
Angel of Music, you-I denied me-you
Turning from true beauty

Angel of Music
Do not shun me-my protector
Come to your-me strange angel

I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
Angel of Darkness, cease this torment (I am your Angel of Music)
Christine! Christine! Listen to me! (Come to me, Angel of Music)
Whatever you may believe, this man, this thing, is not your father (I am your Angel of Music)
Let her go! (Come to me, Angel of Music!)
For God's sake, let her go! (I am your Angel of Music! Come to me; Angel of Music!)
Christine!

Raoul!
Bravo, bravo monsieur!
Such spirited words!
Mha-ha-ha

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! Mha-haa-haa
Come on, come on, don't stop, don't stop!

So be it
Now, let there be War
Upon you both!

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 secure!
Andre, are we doing the right thing?
Well, have you got a better idea?

Monsieur Le Viconte, 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 Viconte, are you confidant this will work?
Will Miss Daae sing?
Don't worry! Firmin, 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 Viconte
No buts! For once, Monsieur Le Viconte 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!

Here the sire may serve the dam
Here the master takes his meat
Here the sacrificial lamb
Utters one despairing bleat

Poor young maiden!
For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets!

Serve the meal and serve the maid
Serve the master so that, when
Tables, plans and maids are laid
Don Juan triumphs once again!

Passarino, faithful friend
Once again, recite the plan
Your young guest believes I'm you
I, the master, you, the man

When we met you wore my cloak
With my scarf she hid your face
She believes she dines with me
In her master's borrowed place

Furtively we'll scoff and quaff
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 crack of doom
I will say: "Come, hide with me!"
Where, oh where? Of course, my room

Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword
Conquest is assured
If I do not forget myself and laugh
Hah, hah, hah!

No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love

Master?
Passarino, go away
For the trap is set and waits for it's 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 you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me

Now you are here with me
No second thoughts, you've decided
Decided