Out Of The Silent Planet
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvationDeserted by the hand of gods of their own creationNations cry underneath decaying skies aboveYou are guilty, the punishment is death for all who liveThe punishment is death for all who live
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolationOut of the silent planet, come the demons of creationOut of the silent planet, dreams of desolationOut of the silent planet, come the demons of creation
The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibriumSeparate lives no more disguise, no more second chancesHaggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hateI accuse you before you know the crime, it's all too lateBefore you know the crime, it's all too late
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolationOut of the silent planet, come the demons of creationOut of the silent planet, dreams of desolationOut of the silent planet, come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolationOut of the silent planet, come the demons of creationOut of the silent planet, dreams of desolationOut of the silent planet, come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we areOut of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are