[Creature, spoken]
What hope has a being whose creator desperately wishes to destroy it
That he would pursue it, even to his own death

[sung]
At last our final hour is nigh
We'll both obtain what we've so long desired
I'll watch you breathe your last and die
Then destroy myself upon our funeral pyre

[Victor]
I cannot die
And nor can you

[Creature]
Our time has come

[Victor]
One final task remains

[Creature]
The game is done

[Victor]
Yes it's true
I've hunted you
But I've come not out of vengеance
But of shame
I have followеd you
To seek your grace
To fall upon your mercy
And accept the blame

Damn the man who does not give
His all to help his son to live
Forgive this foolish father

I can hear my name
Blackened by my crime
Haunting me and taunting as it echoes through all time

[Creature]
What have I done?
How can this be?
How cruel the hand of fate
To take two souls
Too blind to see
And give them sight
Too late

Your peace has come
You'll search no more
Soon I shall follow where you go
Go to sleep, you're safe with me
May the darkness set us free
[Robert Walton, spoken]
He lifted Frankenstein into his arms as if he were his child and carried him off disappearing into the ice and darkness forever
Captain Robert Walton, in a letter to his sister. November 9th, 1793