An Operatic Tragedy

It's a mean and stormy night

The moors are bleak and bloody

Thunder claps! Lightning strikes!

The fair Clarissa, her clothes in disarray

Races across the wild coastal heath

(sung)

Now she stops, now she runs!

Will she escape, will she be caught?

(spoken)

With bold determination, the villainous aristocrat

Braxton Prendergast, lurches for her

(sung)

There's no escape

She's but a child

And yet she turns to fight

With eyes ablaze

This noble girl

Meets his gaze

Unafraid

She will not be defiled!

Keep away from me you wretch!

I cannot keep away

Your beauty draws me

Your passion ignites me

I've got to hold you

I defy you!

Got to have you

Let me by you!

Come close-

Don't come too close-

Come close-

Don't come too close-

So close, so close to me

I'll have her, and the mother too

And at that moment, Rodrigo appears in magnificent splendor!

Unhand that woman, villain!

Spoken: Who are you?

I am your destiny, your bitterest foe

You stole what was rightly mine ten long years ago

You left me cold, alone and forgotten

Now I'm back to settle the score

Miss March!