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