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Monday, April 4, 2005


Out of the Silent Planet
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 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

Up the Irons!

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