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!
