“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)