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