AFTER ALL THIS TIME ARMAND What taste is this Upon my lips? A taste so sweet, what can it be? What is this scent upon the air That fills my lungs and comforts me? And whispers low How does it feel? To savor up such just revenge. To smell the fragrancy of loss? And drunkenly inhale his pain. Oh, can it be Your countenance is stripped of all it's dash and dare? And what of your bold confidence? Could it have drowned in your despair? And after all this time I wash my hands of your charade. And celebrate your fall from grace. Preserve that sad look on your face. And praise what God might manifest Himself to beings such as us. For vengeance that at last is mine Comes sweetly after all this time. Lestat You never meant to help me, did you? Armand You, who destroyed all of it!? You took everything! What made you think I would help you? ARMAND If you'll allow me to recall How my requests were swept aside. At every instance I beseached you, I was shut out and denied. You shattered what I once concieved From the moment you arrived. And now you wonder why I gloat here Reveling in your grand demise. You're arrogant beyond comtempt. You beg to share my precious blood. I'd no sooner you in my veins Then to see you with the ones you love. And after all this time I wash my hands of your charade. And celebrate your fall from grace. Preserve that sad look on your face. And praise what God might manifest Himself to beings such as us. For vengeance that at last is mine Come sweetly after all this time...