Genuine, a fantastic revue

In the living-room a man on a sofa is laying

Two strangers at the door and one is knocking

The man stands and opens the great wooden door

The one who knows the host tells the other visitor

An old man with top hat and a dark walking stick

Gets through the wooden door and says without a trick

I want to buy the portrait of this old heroine

I'll never sell this one not even to a king

since he finished his last work

Percy's gone wild and casts strange lurks

Like a mad man who went too far

His oil is the cause let's take it afar

come back tomorrow says the painter's friend

Sir, maybe tomorrow in a sale it'll end

tonight, we'll try to make his mind change

and off with the oil, Sir, thou might get a chance

since he finished his last work

Percy's gone wild and casts strange lurks

Like a mad man who went too far

His oil is the cause let's take it afar

All eve long young ones tried to convince him

To let the old man by this sale enrich him

The talks are loud and words are high

Nothing to do but leave him tonight

All alone the painter stares at his work

There's a woman face with dark and long hair

Percy takes a book and reads it aloud

beautiful & perverse, Genuine a slave was made

Priestess of mysteries bought by a strange old man

He falls asleep and the portrait comes alive

And dressed with black ribbons lays by his side