The Face Of Dorian Gray by Robert Marlow Lyrics

See the boy sitting lean and proud yeah
Smooth white skin just like a shroud
It´s a certain young savage with lips that yearn
And eyes that make the canvas burn

The old man grows older
He curses the day
He´s sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray

They stop and stare, they see the boy pass by
They see the blackness in his eyes
The portrait burning as the young man laughs
Sunlight flaming like his flickering past

The old man grows older
He curses the day
He´s sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray

The flesh decays then the image grows younger
A sweet sardonic smile like dying thunder
Beyond descends in mystery
And then dying shrieks his own agony
The old man grows older
He curses the day
He´s sorry he painted
The face of Dorian Gray