I remember there was mist
Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake
There were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat
And in the boat there was a man

Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?

Damn you!
You little prying Pandora
You little demon
Is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you, you little lying Delilah!
You little viper
Now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you, curse you

Stranger than you dreamt it
Can you even dare to look, or bear to think of me
This loathsome gargoyle
Who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven
Secretly, secretly
But Christine

Fear can turn to love
You'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster
This repulsive carcass
Who seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty
Secretly, secretly
Oh, Christine

Come, we must return, those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you