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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