Angel of Music
Erik: Insolent boy! This slave Of fashion Basking in your Glory! Ignorant fool! This brave Young suitor, Sharing in my Triumph! Cristine: Angel! I hear you! Speak - I listen . . . Stay by my side, Guide me! Angel, my soul was weak - Forgive me . . . Enter at last, Master! Erik: Flattering child, You shall know me, See why in shadow I hide! Look at your face In the mirror - I am there Inside! Cristine: Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your Glory! Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange Angel... Erik: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me, Angel of Music ... I am your Angel of Music . . . Come to me, Angel of Music ...
