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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)