your night in the spotlight. From now on forevermore you will only sing for me [Y:] So you are, you are the legend. The Phantom Opera Ghost [M:] I am
legend. The Phantom Opera Ghost M: I am what man has made me. With his hate and cruel ways Y: Why are you? M: Why am I? Y&M: The Phantom Opera Ghost
Traduzione: Iced Earth. The Ghost Opera Phantom.
angel of music...? * *ANDRE *We get our opera... *FIRMIN *She gets her limelight! * *CARLOTTA *Follow where the limelight *leads you! * *MEG *Is this ghost
, straight off the Benz Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera
brain! FIRMIN (examining both letters) These are both signed "O.G." . . . ANDRE Who the hell is he? BOTH (immediately realizing) Opera ghost! FIRMIN (
say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here! (The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the opera house. The opera ball
to FIRMlN) We get our opera . . . FIRMIN (to ANDRE) She gets her limelight! CARLOTTA Follow where the limelight leads you! MEG Is this ghost an angel
off from half the cast) MEG/BALLET GIRLS/CHORUS He's here: the Phantom of the Opera . . . He is with us . . . It's the ghost . . . PIANGI (looking up,
THE STAGE OF THE PARIS OPERA, 1905 (The contents of the opera house is being auctioned off. An AUCTIONEER, PORTERS, BIDDERS, and RAOUL, seventy now
fields every day. And the atrocities of school I can forgive. The happy phantom has no right to bitch, well, Oo who... the time is getting closer. Oo who... time to be a ghost
long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggas
imagery I'm the conductor of this cosmic hypnotic symphony So witness me, dancin in the spot brah, The ghost in the machine It's the phantom of this opera
'll wake up in strawberry fields every day And the atrocities of school I can forgive The happy phantom has no right to bitch The time is getting closer Time to be a ghost
New Jersey Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva Recites a poem on a phonograph Ghosts float up the stair like silent moving pictures The loyal phantoms