Raoul: Why have you brought me here? Christine: Can???t go back there! Raoul: We must return! Christine: He'll kill you! His eyes will find us there! Raoul: Christine, don't say that . . . Christine: Those eyes that burn! Raoul: Don't even think it . . . Christine: And if he has to kill a thousand men - Raoul: Forget this waking nightmare . . . Chrisitne: The Phantom of the Opera will kill . . . Raoul: This phantom is a fable . . . Believe me . . . Christine: . . . and kill again! Raoul: There is no Phantom of the Opera . . . Christine: My God, who is this man . . . Raoul: My God, who is this man . . . Christine: . . . who hunts to kill . . .? Raoul: . . . this mask of death . . .? Christine: I can't escape from him . . . Raoul: Whose is this voice you hear . . . Christine: . . .I never will! Raoul: . . . with every breath . . .? Both: And in this labyrinth, where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is here: inside your/my mind . . . Raoul: There is no Phantom of the Opera . . . Christine: Raoul, I've been there - to his world of unending night . . . To a world where the daylight dissolves into darkness . . . darkness . . . Raoul, I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face, in that darkness . . . darkness . . . But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound . . . In that night there was music in my mind . . . And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before . . . Raoul: What you heard was a dream and nothing more . . . Christine: Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world . . . Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore . . . Raoul: Christine . . . Christine. . . Phantom: Christine . . .