Where the blasted heath now stands
Is where the dreaded thing first came down
Ripping the earth asunder
With a noisome crack of thunder
Glowing faintly in the night
The indescribable colour of the light
Every measure found it nothing of this earth
Yet still the nameless thing perpetually burned
It came down from the skies
The crystal carrier of cosmic light
The foetid pestilence diffused throughout the land
Emanating from the sunken, shadowed crater
Disproportionate flora and fauna
Dark disfigurement and hulking malformations
The sudden madness of his wife
And withering crops of the blackened countryside
Chaotic, phosphorescent matter
It was the colour, it was the colour
It came down from the skies
The crystal carrier of cosmic light
Shriveling skin, crumbling bodies
Crippling poison
The plague’s wretched wrath
Swallowing children, species of suction
Feeding its hunger
The colour out of space
The waving trees, accursed glimmering lights
Terranean curse, skeletal shards of life
Engulfing the vigor, s**ing the marrow
Draining away, leaving it dry
Down the well, the colour grows
Slime-infested, wicked waste
Awaiting the call, from far beyond
To dwell again among the stars
It came down from the skies
The crystal carrier of cosmic light
It was the colour, the colour out of space