Текст песни Long Time Dead

the devils creation of a heartless soul brought among us in familiar form to resurrect all forms of greed hated to death, yet in control of all to pass in season is to die killing every ounce of respect bury all expectations killing every ounce of you bury with my hands foreshadow and witness and end to fall before I watch the reign shatter every dream you have dreamt and all hope you hold, falls down.