Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating.
Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh,
living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins.
Aah! 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! - No, parson, no!
Those machines are just demons in another form.
I shall destroy them with my prayers,
I shall burn them with my holy cross. I shall...
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 touching things,
walls, coal, wood.
And then, it touched my boot. I almost shouted.
For a time it was still, and then, with a click,
it gripped something: The parson!
With slow, deliberate 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 machinery, had gone!
Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the mound:
Not a Martian in sight!
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.
♪ Now darkness has descended on our land ♪
♪ and all your prayers cannot save us. ♪
♪ Like fools we've 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 will envy the dead! ♪
♪ There must be something worth living for. ♪
♪ No, there is nothing! ♪
♪ - There must be something worth trying for ♪ ♪ - I don't believe it's so! ♪
♪ even something worth dying for. ♪
♪ If just one man could stand tall. ♪
♪ There would be some hope for us all, ♪
♪ somewhere, somewhere ♪ ♪ in the spirit of man. ♪
Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone!