Lyrics

Far from reach
How the serpents preach
Life is a sin when the shephards are breeding
In the quiet place
Force your mind to erase
As the people pray for the distant drummer
These are primitive times
These are primitive
These are primitive times
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or
Ashes cover the man
Which the decades demand
And paves the way for the sick and the dying
The devil hides his tail
Behind the virgin's veil
So the dead can dance to a distant drummer

These are primitive times
These are primitive
These are primitive times
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or
Ashes fall like rain
As the blind go insane
The shephards fall to the feet of their martyr
Baptize with gasoline
Holy flame, unholy scene
As the ashes rise to the distant drummer
These are primitive times
These are primitive
These are primitive times
No care, no less divine, surpass be it man or ash
Not man or ash
Not man or
Not man or ash
Not man or ash

Not man or ash
Not man or

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