§1 Lyrics

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