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
