I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!
~ E.a. Bucchianeri
A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.
If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
Stay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.
True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.
He offered his love ... she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!
Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die ...
The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?
If Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.
Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?
Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?
No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...
Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?
Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.
Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb,That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...
Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...
Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...
