This atrocious hour Quasimodo: At this atrocious hour
the bells never sing.
Loneliness is the only thing
that's here,
At this nightmare hour.
My only friends are hard as steel.
Nothing is real,
Inside me,
emptiness is the only thing I feel.
These dark metallic mounds,
warm as I caress them into sounds.
They speak loud
and God at last I hear a tone,
At last I'm not alone.
At last I'm not alone.
I'm not alone (Swings from the largest bell ) Whisper to me Gabrielle.
Flood me with your power
She brings me kindness
at this atrocious hour. (Frollo appears.)
Quasimodo:_____________________________
What would softness look like?. ____________________
______________________Frollo:
_________________________She is here!
The texture of a flower._________________________
She cured my thirst__________She'll cure my thirst
At this atrocious hour._________At this atrocious hour.
At this atrocious hour._________At this atrocious hour.
This atrocious hour.__________This atrocious hour. | 
