Hellfire - Patrick Page, The Hunchback of Notre Dame Ensemble & The Hunchback of Notre Dame Choir

Confiteor Deo omnipotenti Beatae Mariae semper Virgini Beato Michaeli Archangelo Sanctis spostolis omnibus sanctis Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man And 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 her 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 (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 Mistress Frollo, the gypsy has escaped What?! She's nowhere in Cathedral, she's gone 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 God have mercy on her (Kyrie eleison) God have mercy on me (Kyrie eleison) but she will be mine or she will burn

Cold as a valley where I lay my head Cold as a woman on another man's bed, mm-mm Down in the forest with the devil in me I remember the looks on their faces through the sycamore trees Ain't no chariots of fire, come to take me home I'm lost in the woods, and I wander alone Hellfire, hellfire, take my soul I'm waiting, waiting, I'm ready to go Mothers, children, lock your doors I'm waiting, I'm ready to go Burn in an alleyway through a dead end street Murdering promises that I just can't keep We could sing pretty melodies on the unmade bed Slow dancing to a silhouette 'cause I ain't dead yet Ain't no chariots of fire, come to take me home I'm lost in the woods, and I wander alone Hellfire, hellfire, take my soul I'm waiting, waiting, I'm ready to go, yeah Mothers, children, lock your doors I'm waiting, I'm ready to go Hellfire, hellfire, take my soul I'm waiting, waiting, I'm ready to go Mothers, children, lock your doors I'm waiting, I'm ready to go

Olim Olim Deus accelere Hoc sæculum splendidum Accelere fiat venire olim Morining in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as loud as the thunder To the little bells soft as a psalm And some say the soul of the city's The toll of the bells The bells of Notre Dame Listen, they're beautiful no? So many colours of sound, so many changing moods Because you know, they do not ring all by the themselves They don't? No silly boy Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower Lives a mysterious bell ringer Who is this strange creature? Who? What is he? What? How did he come to be there? How? Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre Dame Shut it up will you! We'll be spotted! Hush little one Four frightened gypsies, slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame Four guilders for safe passage into Paris But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells Judge Claude Frollo! The bells of Notre Dame Judge Claude Frollo longed To purge the world Of vice and sin And he saw corruption Everywhere Except within Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice You there, what are you hiding? Stolen goods, no doubt, take them from her She ran Dies iræ, dies illa Solvet sæclum in favilla Teste David cum Sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Sanctuary, please give us sancturary Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus A baby? A monster! Stop! Cried the Archdeacon This is an unholy demon I'm sending to hell where it belongs See there the inncoent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame I am guiltless, she ran, I pursued Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame My conscience us clear You can lie to yourself and your minions You can claim that you haven't a qualm But you never can, run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes The very eyes of Notre Dame And for one time in his life Of power and control Frollo felt a twinge of fear For his immortal soul What must I do? Care for the child, and raise it as your own What? I'm to be settled with this misshapen Very well, let him live with you and your church Live here? Where? Anywhere Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see The bell tower perhaps And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways Even this foul creature may Yet prove one day to be Of use to me And Frollo gave the child a cruel name A name that means half-formed Quasimodo Now here is a riddle to guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame Who is the monster and who is the man? Sing the bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells Bells of Notre Dame

Soft as light darker than dusk I don't need eternal life, I believe in us Hold the night in your hands I've been waiting for some time, I don't care how it ends It goes around, goes around like a fire in my head So quiet down, quiet down, you can hear me ascending Yeah, yeah, falling through the air, air, air All the saints of Notre Dame Will sing the tragedy of our song I wanna save us but it won't be long I hear, "Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah" All the saints of Notre Dame Will sing the tragedy of our song I wanna save us but it won't be long I hear, "Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah" It goes around, goes around like a fire in my head So quiet down, quiet down, you can hear me ascending It goes around like a fire in my head So quiet down, quiet down, you can hear me ascending On my chest reads Capulet The forest black, we wander to the edge I make you drink my tears They won't find you here It goes around, goes around like a fire in my head So quiet down, quiet down, you can hear me ascending Yeah, yeah, falling through the air, air, air All the saints of Notre Dame Will sing the tragedy of our song I wanna save us but it won't be long I hear, "Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah" All the saints of Notre Dame Will sing the tragedy of our song I wanna save us but it won't be long I hear, "Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah" It goes around, goes around like a fire in my head So quiet down, quiet down, you can hear me ascending It goes around like a fire in my head So quiet down, quiet down, you can hear me ascending

Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fishermen fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as loud as the thunder To the little bells soft as a swarm And some say the soul of the city's The toll of the bells The bells of Notre Dame Shh - listen And Clopin will tell you It is a tale A tale of a man And a monster Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre Dame (Shut up, we'll be spotted) Four frightened gypsies slid silently under The docks near Notre Dame (Forgive us, we seek passage into Paris) But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At a figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells The bells (Judge Claude Frollo) The bells of Notre Dame Judge Claude Frollo longed To purge the world of vice and sin And he saw corruption everywhere Except within (Bring these gypsy vermin to the House of Justice) (You there! What are you hiding?) (Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her) (She ran) (Sanctuary, please, give us sanctuary!) A baby? A monster! STOOOOP! Stop Cry be outstinken This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell where it belongs See there the innocent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame (I'm guiltless - she ran, I pursued) Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame (My conscience is clear) You can lie to yourself and your minions You can claim that you haven't a qualm But you never can run Nor hide what you've done from the eyes The very eyes of Notre Dame And for one time in his life of power and control Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul (What must I do?) (Care for the child, and raise it as your own) And Frollo gave the child a cruel name A name that means 'half formed' Quasimodo Now he is a riddle to guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame Who is the monster, and who is the man? Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, bells Bells of Notre Dame!