§1 Opeth Lyrics: Draped in death, the howl of lore 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 final plight Draped in death, the howl of lore This is 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 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 Letra: Cubierto de muerte, el aullido de la tradición Cubierto de muerte, el aullido de la tradición Ay, mi tiempo ha llegado a su fin He estado sumido en la autocompasión Y te