Phantom:
Wandering child,
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
Christine:
Angel or father
Friend or phantom
Who is it there, staring?
Phantom:
Have you forgotten your Angel?
Christine:
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper!
Phantom:
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze...
Christine:
Wildly my mind beats against you...
Phantom:
You resist....
Phantom&Christine:
Yet your&the soul obeys...
Phantom&Christine:
Angel of Music,
You&I denied me&you!
Turning from true beauty!
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me&My protecter!
Come to your&me strange Angel...
Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music...
Come to me; Angel of Music....