BUQUET: Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
（scream）
find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:12.000]BUQUET: Like yellow parchment is his skin
[00:16.000]A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
[00:24.920]You must be always on your guard
[00:29.010]Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
[00:35.550]（scream）
[00:42.050]find too late that prudent silence is wise
[00:47.150]Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
[00:50.680]He will burn you with the heat of his eyes
BUQUET: Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
（scream）
find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
He will burn you with the heat of his eyes
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:12.000]BUQUET: Like yellow parchment is his skin
[00:16.000]A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
[00:24.920]You must be always on your guard
[00:29.010]Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
[00:35.550]（scream）
[00:42.050]find too late that prudent silence is wise
[00:47.150]Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
[00:50.680]He will burn you with the heat of his eyes
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal plac...
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Turn your face away from...
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And do I dream again
For now I find
Inside my mind
Sing once again with me
Our ...
Night time sharpens heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences
Turn your face away from...
Carlotta: From the enslaving force of Rome!
Girl's chorus: With feasting and dancing and song / Men's chorus: The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Girl's...
From our saviours
From our saviours
From the enslaving force of Rome
The trumpets of Carthage resound
Hear Romans now and tremble
Hark to our step on ...
Past the point of no return - no backward glances:
the games we've played till now are at an end ...
Past all thought of "if" and "when" - no use resi...
Raoul: Why have you brought us here?
Christine: Don't take me back there!
Raoul: We must return!
Christine: He'll kill me!
His eyes will find me there...
Down we plunge to the prison of my mind!
Down that path into darkness deep as hell!
Why, you ask, was I bound and chained in this cold and dismal pl...