I suddenly noticed the body of parson lying on the ground
in a churchyard
I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red weed
And decided to bury him decently
Beth:
Nathaniel !
Nathaniel !
Journalist:
The parsons eyes flickered open , he was alive
Beth:
Nathaniel I saw the church burst into flame !
Are you alright!
Parson:
Don't touch me !
Beth:
But it's me Beth your wife
Parson:
No you're one of them , a Devil !
Beth:
He's Delirious !
Parson:
Lies !
I saw the Devil's sign
Beth:
What have you seen ?
Parson:
The green flash in the sky
His demons where here all along
In our hearts and souls
Just waiting for a sign from him
And now they are destroying our world
Beth:
But they're not devils they're Martians
Journalist:
We must leave here
Beth:
Look ! A house still standing!
Come Nathaniel quickly
Journalist:
We took shelter in a cottage
and black smoke spread hemming us in
Then a fighting machine came across the fields
Spraying jets of steam that turned the black smoke
in to thick black dust
Martians:
ULLA !
Beth:
Dear God
Help Us!
Parson:
The voice of the Devil is heard in our land
SPIRIT OF MAN
Parson:
Listen do you hear them drawing near
in their search for the sinners
Feeding on the power of our fear
and the evil within us
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we're dread
When the demons arrived those alive would be better off dead !!
Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
For if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere. Somewhere in the spirit of man
Parson:
#Once there was a time when I believed without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
in name off salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to a fight
And how much protection is truth against all Satan's might
Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
If just one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere. Somewhere in the spirit of man
People loved you and trusted you
Came to you for help
Parson:
Didn't I warn them that this would happen ?
Be on guard I said
For the evil will never rest
I said exorcise the Devil
But no , they wouldn't listen
The demons inside are grew and grew
Until Satan gives his signal
And destroyed the World we knew
Beth:
#No Nathaniel , oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel no
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love that we used to know
Nathaniel No
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore the life
The light that we have lost
#Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prayers can not save us
Like fools we let the Devil take command
of the souls that God gave us
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led
When the demons arrive the survivors envy the dead
Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
Parson:
# No ! there is nothing
Beth:
# There must be something worth trying for
Parson:
#I don't believe it's so
Beth:
# Even something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere. Somewhere in the spirit of man
Parson:
Forget about goodness and mercy - there gone
Didn't I warn them prayed i said
Destroy the Devil I said
But they wouldn't listen
I could have saved the World
but now it's too late , TOO LATE
Beth:
#No Nathaniel
Oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore the life
The light that we have lost
(EXPLOSION)
Parson:
Dear God a cylinder's**** on the house
And we underneath it - in the pit
Journalist:
The Martians spent the night making a new machine
It was a squat metallic spider with huge articulated claws
But it too had a hood which a Martian sat
I watched it pursuing some people across the field
It caught them nimbly and tossed them
into a great metal basket upon his back
Parson:
Beth !
She's dead buried under the rubble
Why Satan why did you take one of your own?
#There is a curse of mankind
We may as well be resigned
To let the Devil , the Devil take the spirit of man
Journalist:
As time passed in our dark and dusty prison
The parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts
His outcries invited dead for us both
And yet I pitied him.
in a churchyard
I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red weed
And decided to bury him decently
Beth:
Nathaniel !
Nathaniel !
Journalist:
The parsons eyes flickered open , he was alive
Beth:
Nathaniel I saw the church burst into flame !
Are you alright!
Parson:
Don't touch me !
Beth:
But it's me Beth your wife
Parson:
No you're one of them , a Devil !
Beth:
He's Delirious !
Parson:
Lies !
I saw the Devil's sign
Beth:
What have you seen ?
Parson:
The green flash in the sky
His demons where here all along
In our hearts and souls
Just waiting for a sign from him
And now they are destroying our world
Beth:
But they're not devils they're Martians
Journalist:
We must leave here
Beth:
Look ! A house still standing!
Come Nathaniel quickly
Journalist:
We took shelter in a cottage
and black smoke spread hemming us in
Then a fighting machine came across the fields
Spraying jets of steam that turned the black smoke
in to thick black dust
Martians:
ULLA !
Beth:
Dear God
Help Us!
Parson:
The voice of the Devil is heard in our land
SPIRIT OF MAN
Parson:
Listen do you hear them drawing near
in their search for the sinners
Feeding on the power of our fear
and the evil within us
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we're dread
When the demons arrived those alive would be better off dead !!
Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
For if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere. Somewhere in the spirit of man
Parson:
#Once there was a time when I believed without hesitation
That the power of love and truth could conquer all
in name off salvation
Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to a fight
And how much protection is truth against all Satan's might
Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
If just one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere. Somewhere in the spirit of man
People loved you and trusted you
Came to you for help
Parson:
Didn't I warn them that this would happen ?
Be on guard I said
For the evil will never rest
I said exorcise the Devil
But no , they wouldn't listen
The demons inside are grew and grew
Until Satan gives his signal
And destroyed the World we knew
Beth:
#No Nathaniel , oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel no
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The love that we used to know
Nathaniel No
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore the life
The light that we have lost
#Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prayers can not save us
Like fools we let the Devil take command
of the souls that God gave us
To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led
When the demons arrive the survivors envy the dead
Beth:
#There must be something worth living for
Parson:
# No ! there is nothing
Beth:
# There must be something worth trying for
Parson:
#I don't believe it's so
Beth:
# Even something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere. Somewhere in the spirit of man
Parson:
Forget about goodness and mercy - there gone
Didn't I warn them prayed i said
Destroy the Devil I said
But they wouldn't listen
I could have saved the World
but now it's too late , TOO LATE
Beth:
#No Nathaniel
Oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
That we can restore the life
The light that we have lost
(EXPLOSION)
Parson:
Dear God a cylinder's**** on the house
And we underneath it - in the pit
Journalist:
The Martians spent the night making a new machine
It was a squat metallic spider with huge articulated claws
But it too had a hood which a Martian sat
I watched it pursuing some people across the field
It caught them nimbly and tossed them
into a great metal basket upon his back
Parson:
Beth !
She's dead buried under the rubble
Why Satan why did you take one of your own?
#There is a curse of mankind
We may as well be resigned
To let the Devil , the Devil take the spirit of man
Journalist:
As time passed in our dark and dusty prison
The parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts
His outcries invited dead for us both
And yet I pitied him.