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He stumbled through the streets

With no dope to dull the blow

She was there it was no delusion

To the roof she led him up

This golden ring I wear, not the product of love but fear

On this night we must depart, from his cold and wicked touch

From his sleep he was roused

Red eyes on the balcony

His pistol quickly he drew

And sent a shot across the room

Her final act, she vanished

For the swansong of Christine every seat in the house was filled

My spirit, longs with thee

To rest

One last night she swore to Erik, and damned if her word not kept

The promise would she dare to break

She was stolen once again from him

Into this hellish underworld, Raoul must go