You have sold your soul to devil, Dorian Gray.
Now you're waking dream, my dear Dorian Gray.
And your picture lies upstairs hidden by,
a purple sheet of sins and shame.
And the trivial things of life, my poor Dorian Gray,
make your head turn around and now you pay your faults.
Then you took the knife and you tore your heart, your heart.
And the blade is like the key for safety,
and your blood is getting hot and cold,
and the blade is like the key for safety,
and your blood is getting old and cold.
Now your jealous friends can laugh from the realm of hell.
Envy disappeared and joy arose for them.
With the fame, success, you burn in the red,
hot fire, of rotten woods.
And your leprous yellowish face, is turning into dust.
Seeking shelter, peace and rest into the depths of earth.
At the end you find the last punishment, the last.
Now you're waking dream, my dear Dorian Gray.
And your picture lies upstairs hidden by,
a purple sheet of sins and shame.
And the trivial things of life, my poor Dorian Gray,
make your head turn around and now you pay your faults.
Then you took the knife and you tore your heart, your heart.
And the blade is like the key for safety,
and your blood is getting hot and cold,
and the blade is like the key for safety,
and your blood is getting old and cold.
Now your jealous friends can laugh from the realm of hell.
Envy disappeared and joy arose for them.
With the fame, success, you burn in the red,
hot fire, of rotten woods.
And your leprous yellowish face, is turning into dust.
Seeking shelter, peace and rest into the depths of earth.
At the end you find the last punishment, the last.