We're touching down on Janus Last of the dying planets Her buried wealth and splendor Had never been surrendered For in these trying times The flags of war waved high
As the fields of fire burned And where destinies collide
Beneath the dust of Janus The seeds of war were planted They fought against all reason Burning the flags of freedom And as their hatred spread Like rivers bloody red flowed By the spirit and the soul Still in silence and in death
If all our worlds collide Are we these islands of the sun We're touching down on Janus