This is the wasted land, oh Sibyl!
With ruins dotted, fragments and human bones
With terror and fear
This is the wasted land, oh Sibyl!
The expellee's burnt house
Smashed cross of those crucified
This is the wasted land, oh Sibyl...
That tanks have rooted up
That violence has splashed with blood
That blasphemers have degraded
In misdeed's insane head
And in their devilish nothingness
This is, indeed, the wasted land
Oh you, sterile mistress
This is the wasted land, oh Sibyl...
Look at this phenix taking wing -
Thou hast told us,
Oh Lord, thou savest me,
Oh Lord, oh Saviour,
For all's in flames
But they can't burn up the whole of it.
This is the wasted land, oh Sibyl...
