Why have you brought us here?
Don't take me back there!
We must return!
He'll kill me!
Be still now...
His eyes will find me there!
Christine, don't say that...
Those eyes that burn!
Don't even think it...
And if he has to kill
a thousand men -
Forget this waking nightmare...
The Phantom of the Opera will kill...
This Phantom is a fable...
Believe me...
...and kill again!
There is no Phantom of the Opera...
My God, who is this man...
My God, who is this man...
...who hunts to kill...?
...this mask of death...?
I can't escape from him...
Whose is this voice you hear...
...I never will!
...with every breath...?
And in this
labyrinth,
where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera
is here:
inside your/my mind...
There is no Phantom of the Opera...
Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of
unending night...
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness...
darkness...
Raoul, I've seen him!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that face?
So distorted,
deformed, it
was hardly a face,
in that darkness...
darkness...
But his voice,
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound...
In that night
there was music
in my mind...
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before...
What you heard
was a dream
and nothing more...
Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world...
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore...
Christine...
Christine...
Christine...
What was that?