Far from reach how the serpents preach life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding In the quiet place force the mind to erase so the people can pray to the distant drummer These are primitive times These are primitive times These are primitive times no care no less divine surpa** 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 times These are primitive times no care no less divine surpa** be it man or... Ashes fall like rain as the blind go insane the shepherds fall to the feet of the martyr Baptize with gasoline holy flame unholy scene as the ashes rise to the distant drummer These are primitive times These are primitive times These are primitive times no care no less divine surpa** be it man or ash Not Man Or Ash...