Out Of The Silent Planet
(Gers, [bad word]  Harris) 

        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 [bad word] the demons of creation
             Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation
             Out of the silent [bad word] the demons of creation

        The killing fields, the grinding wheels [bad word] 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