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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 (my) final plight

This is the last will and testament of father
(Hear, the last will and testament of father)

(You will find)
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)