The Magic Flute: Act I. “Our Lord Sarastro will decide” (Pamina, Sarastro)

The law of Sarastro will decide
How you'll be punished for your pride

My love?

My love?

And this statue?

My love?

My love?

It's really you!

Beloved, let me hold you fast

Beloved, let me hold you fast

Or this embrace may be our last

What are they doing?

This is profanity!
Don't let him touch her!
This goes too far!
I beg you, now pronounce your sentence
This wicked man shows no repentance
His ill-doing knows no end
Together with his feathered friend
He tried to steal the Pepparmina
Until I foiled their misdemeanour
I saw them with my very eyes

And you deserve a worthy prize
Your faithful service we have warned

You are too generous, my lord

And seventy lashes are your reward

Oh, sir, you give me more than I've deserved

Enough! The law must be observed

We worship Sarastro
We praise and we fear him
The stealer is punished
The sinners must fear him

Now take them to our sanctuary
Their strength and courage must be tried
Collar their hands and lead them hence
For they must first be purified

With virtue and with righteousness
We will achieve our noble plan
To sanctify the state of man
To sanctify the state of man
To make thee our holy place
To make thee our holy place
And glorify the human race
And glorify the human race
And glorify the human race
And make thee our holy place
And glorify the human race
And make thee our holy place
Our holy place
Our holy place
Our holy place
Our holy place
Our holy place