Lyric:
Quasimodo:
So many times out here
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like heaven's light
I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be heaven's light
Priests:
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)
Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
Priests:
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
Priests:
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)
Frollo:
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul
Priests:
Cogitatione (In thought)
Frollo:
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
Priests:
Verbo et opere (In word and deed)
Frollo:
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault
Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
Frollo:
I'm not to blame
Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
Frollo:
It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame
Priests:
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
Frollo:
It's not my fault
Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
Frollo:
If in God's plan
Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)
Frollo:
He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man
Priests:
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
Frollo:
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
Guard:
Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped
Frollo:
What?
Guard:
No longer in the cathedral. She's gone
Frollo:
But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot
I'll find her. I'll 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
Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Frollo:
God have mercy on her
Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Frollo:
God have mercy on me
Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Frollo:
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!