[Gers, Dickinson, Harris]
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the
silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we
are
Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation
Nations cry
underneath decaying skies above
You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
The punishment is death for all who
live
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent
planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
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
Before you know the crime it's all too late
Out of the silent
planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, dreams of
desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we
are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the
silent planet, Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet, Come the demons
of creation
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we
are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of
the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are
