Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud

Priests:
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)

Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than [bad word]  vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Priests:
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)

Frollo:
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul

Priests:
Cogitatione (In thought)

Frollo:
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control

Priests:
Verbo et opere (In word and deed)

Frollo:
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
I'm not to blame

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame

Priests:
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)

Frollo:
It's not my fault

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
If in God's plan

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man

Priests:
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)

Frollo:
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:
No longer in the cathedral. She's gone

Frollo:
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

Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
God have mercy on her

Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
God have mercy on me

Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!