Minister Frollo – Hellfire

Parish [bad word] 
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, (I confess to God almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini, (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli Archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis, omnibus sanctis… (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)

Frollo:
Beata Maria,
You know I am a righteous man.
Of my virtue I am justly proud. (Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father))
Beata Maria,
You know I'm so much purer than
 [bad word]  vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. (Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned))
Then tell me, Maria,
Why I see her dancing there,
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul. (Cogitatione (In thought))
I feel her, I see her.
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control… (Verbo et opere (In word and deed))

Like fire,
Hellfire,
This fire in my skin.
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin…

It's not my fault (Mea culpa (Through my fault))
I'm not to blame (Mea culpa (Through my fault))
It is the gypsy girl,
The witch who sent this flame (Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault))
It's not my fault (Mea culpa (Through my fault))
If in God's plan (Mea culpa (Through my fault))
He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man... (Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault))

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 [bad word] 
Or else let her be mine and mine alone…

(Guard: Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped
Frollo: What?
Guard: She's nowhere in the cathedral. She's gone.
Frollo: But how? I... 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… (Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy))
God have mercy on her, (Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy))
God have mercy on me, (Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy))
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!