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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) Alas, my time is at an end I have wallowed in self-pity And I confess to you As part of (my) 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 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 (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 Draped in death, the howl of lore The last will and testament of father Hear, the last will and testament of father