Now Leroux, what think you
Of this twist to the story?

Have they known scorn like you
Five cellars down?

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,
We wish him to know we are here and we care.

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!

Stay away from the underground lake I implore,
The Siren will see you are heard of no more.

No more can this Angel teach her,
Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...