Wandering Child .../Bravo Bravo (Live At The Royal Albert Hall/2011)

PHANTOM: Wandering child, so lost, so helpless ... yearning for my guidance ... CHRISTINE: Angel or father ... friend ... or Phantom ... ? Who is it there, staring ... ? PHANTOM: Have you forgotten your Angel ... ? CHRISTINE: Angel ... oh, speak ... What endless longings echo in this whisper ... ! PHANTOM: Too long you've wandered in winter ... Far from my far-reaching gaze ... CHRISTINE: Wildly my mind beats against you ... PHANTOM: You resist ... BOTH: Yet your/the soul obeys ... PHANTOM: Angel of Music! You denied me, turning from true beauty ... Angel of Music! Do not shun me ... Come to your strange Angel! CHRISTINE: Angel of Music! I denied you, turning from true beauty ... Angel of Music! My protector ... Come to me, strange Angel! PHANTOM: I am your Angel of Music ... Come to me: Angel of Music ... RAOUL: Leave her! You have no claim on her ... Leave her! Your words are wasted -- Can't you see she'll never be yours? Christine! Christine! CHRISTINE: Raoul! PHANTOM: Bravo, monsieur! Such spirited words! RAOUL: More tricks, monsieur? PHANTOM: Let's see, monsieur, how far you dare go? RAOUL: More deception? More violence? PHANTOM: That's right, that's right, keep walking this way! RAOUL: You can't win her love by making her your prisoner. PHANTOM: I'm here, I'm here, monsieur: the Angel of Death! Come on, come on, don't stop, don't stop! CHRISTINE: Raoul!! PHANTOM: Don't go!! So be it! Now let it be war upon you both ! CHIEF: You understand your instructions? FIREMEN: Sir! CHIEF: When you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I shall then instruct you to secure the doors. It is essential that all doors are properly secured. FIRMIN: Are we doing the right thing, Andre? ANDRE: Have you got a better idea? CHIEF: Monsieur le Vicomte, am I to give the order? RAOUL: Give the order. RAOUL: You in the pit - do you have a clear view of this box? MARKSMAN: Yes, sir. RAOUL: Remember, when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to - but shoot. To kill. MARKSMAN: How will I know, sir? RAOUL: You'll know. FIRMIN: Monsieur le Vicomte, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing? RAOUL: Don't worry, Firmin. Andre? ANDRE: We're in your hands, sir. CHIEF: My men are now in position, sir. RAOUL: Go ahead, then. CHIEF: Are the doors secure? The FIREMEN answering one by one: "Secure."' PHANTOM'S VOICE: I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . . I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera . . . RAOUL: You fool, I said only when the times comes! MARKSMAN: But, Monsieur le Vicomte . . . PHANTOM'S VOICE: No "buts"! For once, Monsieur le Vicomte is right. Seal my fate tonight - I hate to have to cut the fun short but the joke's wearing thin Let the audience in ... let my opera begin!