Draped in death, the howl of lore
Draped in death, the howl of lore
Alas, 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
This is 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
And 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 trials
Put your trust in my command
I thin the blood. I lift my hand
Draped in death, the howl of lore
This is the last will and testament of father
Hear, the last will and testament of father