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Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy
Dantès, as the Count of Monte Cristo, arrives in Paris and buys an extravagant mansion. Jacopo returns from a mission given to him by Dantès, to discover what has become of the men who betrayed him: Danglars has become a Baron, who bought out Morrell’s company, and Villefort has become chief prosecu...
[Edmond]
The world is a place
where the villains wear a smile on their face
While they take what you can never replace
Stolen moments gone forever
But tables can turn
As my enemies will soon enough learn
I will strike a match and then watch them burn
On the pyre of obsession
You run 'till you drop, chasing an advantage
You'll pay any price if you think it's free
I will carry hell to your doorstep; I will make you pay
You will reap the hate you've sown on my judgment day
Sleepless nights and days of damnation
Soon and evermore
I will bring the Chateau D'If knocking upon your door
And love is a lie swearing that no matter what it won't die
Disappearing like a star in the sky
In the hot light of morning
But what do I care?
There are women to be had everywhere
First there's retribution I must prepare
Mighty vengeance is mine
I have a nice show that will tempt you onward
And just when you're sure that the prize is yours
I'll deliver hell to your doorstep dressed in rich facade
Then, I'll burn you to the ground like an angry god
Once you're in my shining cathedral heed the tolling bell
It's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell
Fall down on your knees
Fall down and let me hear you pray
Fall down on your knees
'till I can hear you bargaining, scheming,
begging and screaming to me
I will carry hell to your doorstep; you will rue the day
You will reap the hate you've sown
no matter how hard you pray
It's a place without any mercy, fashioned in cold blood
Stones of fear and stones of doubt
No forgiveness, no way out
Only justice
Then, amen!
Hell To Your Doorstep was written by Jack Murphy.
Frank Wildhorn and Jack Murphy released Hell To Your Doorstep on Tue Jan 01 2008.