Out of the silent planet
  Out of the silent planet we are
  
  Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
  Deserted by the hands of gods of their own creation
  Nations cry underneath decaying skies above
  You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
  
  The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibrium
  Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances
  Haggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hate
  I accuse you before you know the crime it's all too late
  
  Out of the desert planet
  Dreams of desolation
  Out of the desert planet
  Come the demons of creation
  
  Out of the silent planet
  Out of the silent planet we are