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

I remember moments No sentiment or mystery Incidents in your life Like pages in our history Theres a roadblock late at night And a military man Can't he see we're together But he doesn't understand (That) your love burns me like a hell fire ... And theres a song called hellfire That everybody plays Striking chords of memory In so many different ways Your love burns me like a hellfire...

We watched the bands until the stars burn out the morning sky You dragged me in became the skin that keeps me warm at night All that you left me was a number, on the back of my hand I kissed the poison on your lips till I was paralysed Now all the chemicals are burning right between my eyes All that you left me was a number, on the back of my hand I got nothing, woo hoo, woo hoo So I've been walking, I'm gonna find you Through every backstreet I will run through, oh I count the days, oh, till I can bring you home Your hand in my hand woo hoo, woo hoo hoo Let's slip away I know a place some where outside of town I lost your grip out in the rain amongst the raging crowd And all your numbers started fading, from the back of my hand I got nothing, woo hoo, woo hoo So I've been walking, I'm gonna find you Through every backstreet I will run though, oh I count the days, oh, till I can bring you home Your hand in my hand yeah, woo hoo, woo hoo hoo Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Till I can bring you home Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Sill I can bring you home So I've been walking, I'm gonna find you Through every backstreet I will run through, oh I count the days, oh, till I can bring you home Your hand in my hand, woo hoo, woo hoo hoo