beata maria

you know i am a righteous man

of my virtue i am justly proud

beata maria

you know i'm 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 caught in 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 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 she's gone

frollo

what

guard

she's no where in the cathedral

frollo

but how never mind just get out

you idiot i'll find her

i'll find her even if i have

to burn all of paris

hellfire

dark fire

now gypsy it's your turn

choose me or

your pyre

be mine his or you i will burn

god have mercy on her

god have mercy on me

but she will be mine

or she i will burn