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