Jeff Wayne
Текст песни War Of The Worlds (Part 3)

RED WEED AND PARSON NATHANIEL

Journalist:
Next day the dawn was a brilliant fiery red
and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape
of another planet for the vegetation which gives Mars
it's red appearance had taken root on Earth
As man had succumbed to the Martians
So our land now succumbed to the red weed
Where ever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew
with frightening voraciousness
It's claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water
And than it starts to creep like a slimy red animal
across the land covering field and ditch and tree and hedgerow
with living scarlet feelers, crawling, crawling...

I suddenly noticed the body of parson lying on the ground
in a ruined churchyard.
I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red weed
And decided to bury him decently.

Beth:
Nathaniel!
Nathanieeeeel!

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
And 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 the fight!
And just 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 we used to know
Nathaniel No
There must be more to live
There has to be a way
That we can restore to life
The light that we have lost

#Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prays 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!
If just 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! Pray i said!
Destroy the Devil I said!
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

(CRASH)

Parson:
Dear God! a cylinder's landed 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

Then on the ninth day we saw the Martians eating
Inside in the hood of their new machine
They where draining the fresh living blood of man and woman
And injecting it in their own veins

Parson:
AAAAAGGHH!!!
It's a sign!
I've been given a sign!
They must be cast out!
And I have been chosen to do it!
I must confront them now!

Journalist:
No parson! No!

Parson:
Those machines are just demons in a other form!
I shall destroy them with my prayers!
I will burn them with my holy cross!
I shall - (PUNCH)

Journalist:
The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit
And a menacing claw explored the room
I dragged the parson down to the coal-cellar
I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch
In the darkness I could see the claw toughing things
walls, coal, wood, and then it touch my boot!
I almost shouted!
For a time was it still and then, with a "click" it gripped something, the parson! With slow, deliberated movements his unconscious body was dragged away...
And there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

I crept to the blocked window slit and peered through the creeper
The Martians and all their machines where gone
Trembling I dug my way out
And clambered to the top of the mound
Not a Martian inside
The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment
and the sky a glowing blue
Red weed covered every scrap of ground
but a gentle breeze kept it swaying
And oh...! the sweetness of the air!

Again, I was on my way to London
through towns and villages
that where blackened ruins
totally silent, desolate, deserted.
Man's empire had passed away
Taken swiftly and without error
by these creatures who were composed entirely of brain
Unhampered by the complex systems which make up men
They made and used different bodies according their needs
They never tired, never slept, and never suffered
having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which caused all fevers and other morbidities

Artilleryman:
Halt who goes there ?

Journalist:
Er - A friend

Artilleryman:
Be on your way
This is my territory

Journalist:
Your territory ?
What do you mean?

Artilleryman:
Wait a minute it's you , the man from Maybury Hill

Journalist:
Good heavens the artilleryman!
I thought you surely burned!

Artilleryman:
I thought you surely drowned!

Journalist:
Have you seen any Martians?

Artilleryman:
Everywhere. we're don for all right.

Journalist:
We can't just give up

Artilleryman:
Course we can't
It's now that we've got to start fighting
But not against them 'cos we can't win
Now we've got to fight for survival
And I reckon we can make it
I've got a plan


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