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Draped in death, the howl of lore

Draped (Draped)
In death (In death)
The howl (The howl)
Of lore (Of lore)

My time is at an end
I have wallowed in self-pity
And I confess to you
As part of final plight

Draped in death, the howl of lore

The last will and testament of father
Hear the last will and testament of father

A syndicates mass in the waiting room
Like spiders weave rumors spread fast above regal tombs
Enacted grief

I will here unearth the secrets I've been hiding, hiding, hiding
And guide my children through my troubles

Put your trust (Put your trust)
In my command (In my command)
I thin the blood (I thin the blood)
I lift my hand (I lift my hand)
Draped in death, the howl of lore

The last will and testament of father
Hear the last will and testament of father