And the meek shall inherit the earth... [II. Temples of Syrinx] ...'The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the heart of every Federation city. I Have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated And directed from within! Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by The benevolent wisdom of the priests...' We've taken care of everything The words you hear, the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work together, common sons Never need to wonder how or why We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls Look around at this world we've made Equality our stock in trade Come and join the Brotherhood of Man Oh, what a nice, contented world Let the banners be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx All the gifts of life are held within our walls