"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)

A child in the night
Cursed to survive
Love like quicksand
And deflowered maid in tow

My woes
Yet I wandered through the gilded halls

A dreadful daughter of wretched martyr
Sick to marrow and to bone
Your fevered mother would care and bother
And love her like one of her own

Her words:
The word of Christ tells us to forgive transgressions
Save me
It is through Him we can distinguish right from wrong
Scold me
A penurious handmaid gave birth to a girl in our care
Clеanse me
We arе compelled to persevere in place of the estranged father
Until his return

Bestowed upon my weary head was a secret
Veiled and untold

But your mother was dying faster
And by my penance, in disarray
Her ruin looking on
A delinquent's confession

Death
Her bane and protector
Placidly waited 'neath the scorching moon
For yield

A descendant daughter

Snow made white the street of her dreams
And on that night I authored said theme:

Through these words I extend my hand to salvation
For grace
And this writ may overturn the rich and reward the poor forever
You have learned that my blood has flown to clandestine bournes
My sins
And I reject pre-destined wealth in the den of inquity

Tragic, the idle hands of progeny
Reclaim your souls

There is a rising tide of sorrow
Sister
There is a rising tide of sorrow
Brother
There is a rising tide of sorrow
Sister
The rise of waxing sun tomorrow

All was still
(When) I broke the seal
In dwindling winter morning shades
I knew a ransom must be paid out

Apostasy, a curse on me?
The weaker vessel secure under (the) grace of God
Matrimonial locks, skeleton key

She (would) pursue my gaze on her
A dance within a masquerade
The servants ransom culled and laid out

From hereditary cornucopia

This dire desire for wealth
The lure of a prosperous well

(I would vow)
"The disfigured child won’t die young
The hearts of us all she has won
But you must leave here..."

Silent curtsy, tearful bliss
"God bless you"
"Carnal shame, a secret treaty
The lovers bond"

And now in tranquil fortitude
The shifting sands of time

I was sick with fever
Hand on the hymns
Expiring
Ashen eyes in delirium
Soliloquy in suspirium
No

A lock on the sanctum
One of the cursed, forever in debt

Daughter, my unfortunate son
I bequeath you verity

Twins, usurping strands of flesh
You are not mine

Poison loins of mother
Cursed my vigorous seed

Longing for a child
My love for her
Birthed a controversial plan

Her eye on him
One so ordinary, soon in nameless grave
The bane of my existencе
Sordid flesh communion
Gold in mouth, he impregnatеs

Swallowed my shame
Like a man of affairs
Lineage and name
Still fast in my prayers

Starless
And darkness waning slowly
A cold enigma
Would move me forward

O hapless life
Now I pledge to you
All secrets revealed now
In paragraphs

Trust me
Over time you will heal
Spit on or tend to my grave
A man saved from a damnation's winter

And the corpse of your father was entombed
He is my haunting phantasma and my plague
Conjured up persecution of my virtue
My internal collapse and spiritual leprosy
A lord juggernaut
Like the bearer of death
Waiting
Dеcrepit strategies sеt
Contaminating
Eating bits of my wretched throne
Forevermore

I found no traction in this haze
Defiled, I'd long for sleep
A tainted sanctuary
How could I justify my reasoning?

A grave mistake
I sunk in cold back light

He was of inferior class
A servant to me
The irony in this perverted odyssey

If our father's word is true, we are bastards too
It's a riddle?
No
Or a caper?
No
A mockery?
No
A deception!
No

And my sickly daughter looking on bewildered
A jewel in our hierarchy
My exalted successor
Rise

In my life
I've asked of you
Take care of your kin, child

Over time you will kneel

Rid your throes from this coronation in reverence
Uprooted you are

And in the summary coming
The proverbial sanctum of mine is up for debate
The execution of will
The crowning of an heiress

You are tethered to command
A requiem devised and signed by hand

Corpus of mist
Revived in gist

Sullen woes deep in the mire
In essence only mine to bear
Who will reside 'neath the spires
A house to grant an heir

This dreadful tomb
Primeval memories
Tragedies of future past
Now chained to your neck

From father to child
Veiled in dust for the ages
A memento close to heart
Our hearts

Vanquish mythology
Drain the well
Burn the orchard
Break the spell
Purge the darkness
As I bid farewell

Forge your trail

In the event of fortuity
Remember grief is a fickle sickness
So wear it always
Wear it with love
Fervent and endless

The golden Argus
With daughter above
Proprietor of the lion's share
Be the vindication of me

God is watching over you
He will guide the way
He is river of grace
Through the barren state of our time

And now
Time to say goodbye
I vow to lovelorn Gemini

As part of paragraph seven I bestow upon you
Both a number of artefacts of immense personal value to me
Wearing the family crest
I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage

A king's child

Scion blood from me

Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless
Still I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy
Pass them on to genеrations to come

The liberation of thе wealthy, once perpetually shackled by greed
The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace

In flock of kings, I am iconoclast
Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness
A melancholy victory, a triumph for heresy
Saved a daughter in line of disaster
Cursed

Shed no tears on your maker's tomb

A king's child
Scion

Deus
Patria
Rex
Sanguis

A story never told
A child in for surprise
A mother's heart on hold
A father well disguised

There is a road that leads to home
In stories never told

A story never told
A man that saved a child
His withered heart on hold
Beating for a lie

There is a road that leads to home
In stories never told

Now just a name in soon forgotten tales
In guileful circles of the past

A story never told
And waiting in the skies
A man's withered heart on hold
His heiress wears a stranger's eyes