opeth - §1 كلمات الأغنية

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)

- opeth

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