Gray, and brittle
Now shunned
This blasted heath
Once, fields of green and bountifulness
Grew, trees and crops, profusely
Up, in the sky, through the darkness
Came star of death, unearthly
Brown, meteor, mound from space
Wasting away in the air
Crops started growing again
But bitter in acid in taste
Tainted, the water in the well
Poison, the colour out of space
Out of space!
Nothing but ash, nothing but death
Naught but the fear, the people's dread
Nothing but ash, nothing but death
It draws people near, and consumes them
Gray, and brittle
Now shunned
This blasted heath
This blasted heath!
