paroles de chanson §1 - Radio Edit - Opeth

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 syndicate's 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

Draped
In death
The howl
Of lore

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