Hellfire

Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud Beata Maria You know I am so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd Then tell me, Maria Why I see her dancing there Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul I feel her, I see her The sun cought in her raven hair Is blazing in me out of all control Like fire, hellfire This fire in my skin This burning desire Is turning me to sin It's not my fault I'm not to blame It is the gypsy girl The witch who sent this flame It's not my fault If in god's plan He made the devil so much stronger than the man 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 tast the fires of hell Or else let her be mine and mine alone "Minister Frolo, the gypsy has escaped." "What?" "She is nowhere in the cathedral. She is gone." "But how? Nevermind. Get out, you idiot! I'll find her, I'll find her If I have to burn down all of Paris!" Hellfire, darkfire Now gypsy it's your turn Choose me or your pyre Be mine or you will burn God have mercy on her God have mercy on me But she will be mine or She will burn