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