Paroles de Landscape

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!