Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud (et tibit pater)

Beata Maria, you know I'm so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (quia peccavi nimis)

Then tell me, Maria, why I see her dancing there?

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul? (cogitatione)

I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in her raven hair

Is blazing in me out of all control (verb o et opere)

Like fire

Hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault (mea culpa)

I'm not to blame (mea culpa)

It is the gypsy girl the witch who sent this flame (mea maxima culpa)

It's not my fault (mea culpa)

If in God's plan (mea culpa)

He made the Devil so much stronger than a man

Protect me, Maria

Don't let this siren cast her spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

Destroy Esmeralda

And let her taste the fires of hell

Or else let her be mine and mine alone

Hellfire

Darkfire

Now gypsy, it's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

Be mine or you will burn

(Kyrie eleison) God have mercy on her

(Kyrie eleison) God have mercy on me

(Kyrie eleison) But she will be mine

Or she will burn