Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre Dame Shut it up will you! We'll be spotted! Hush little one Four frightened gypsies, slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame Four guilders for safe passage into Paris But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells Judge Claude Frollo! The bells of Notre Dame Judge Claude Frollo longed To purge the world Of vice and sin And he saw corruption Everywhere Except within Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice You there, what are you hiding? Stolen goods, no doubt, take them from her She ran Dies iræ, dies illa Solvet sæclum in favilla Teste David cum Sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Sanctuary, please give us sancturary Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus A baby? A monster! Stop! Cried the Archdeacon This is an unholy demon I'm sending to hell where it belongs See there the inncoent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame I am guiltless, she ran, I pursued Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame My conscience us clear You can lie to yourself and your minions You can claim that you haven't a qualm But you never can, run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes The very eyes of Notre Dame And for one time in his life Of power and control Frollo felt a twinge of fear For his immortal soul