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!