The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall2011

Christine:
[singing] Have you gorged yourself at last in your lust for blood? Am I now to be prey to your lust for revenge?

The Phantom:
[singing] This face which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face the infection which poisons our love. This face which earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late! Turn around and face your fate! An eternity of *this* before your eyes.

Christine:
[singing] This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.