Hellfire

Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud (et tibit Pater)

Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd (quia peccavi nimis)

Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul (cogitatione)

I feel her, I see her
The Sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control (verb o et opere)

Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault (mea culpa)
I'm not to blame (mea culpa)
It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame (mea maxima culpa)

It's not my fault (mea culpa)
If in God's plan (mea culpa)
He made the devil so much stronger than a 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 taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone

(Guard: Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped
Frollo: What?
Guard: She's nowhere 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

(Kyrie Eleison)
God have mercy on her
(Kyrie Eleison)
God have mercy on me
(Kyrie Eleison)
But she will be mine
Or she will burn