Beata Maria,

You know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud

(Et tibi 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

(Verbo 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 was the gypsy girl, the witch who set this flame

(Mea maxima culpa)

It's not my fault.

(Mea culpa)

It's in God's plan.

(Mea culpa)

He made the Devil so much stronger than a man.

(Mea maxima culpa)

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

♪

I will find her. I will find her if I have to burn down all of Paris.

♪

Hellfire

Dark fire

Now gypsy it's your turn

Choose me or your pyre

Be mine or you will burn

God have mercy on her

God have mercy on me

But she will be mine

Or she

Will...

Burn...

She will burn

♪

Give me sanctuary!