The War of the Worlds movie

The War of the Worlds movie - THE SPIRIT OF MAN lyrics

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PARSON: Listen, do you hear them drawing near in their search for the<br>

sinners?<br>

Feeding on the power of our fear and the evil within us<br>

Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread<br>

When the demons arrive those alive would be better off dead!<br>

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BETH: There must be something worth living for<br>

There must be something worth trying for<br>

Even some things worth dying for<br>

And if one man can stand tall<br>

There must be hope for us all<br>

Somewhere, somewhere, in the spirit of man<br>

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PARSON: Once there was a time when I believed without hesitation<br>

That the power of love and truth could conquer all in the name of salvation<br>

Tell me what kind of weapon is love, when it comes to the fight<br>

And just how much protection is truth against all Satan's might<br>

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BETH: There must be something worth living for<br>

There must be something worth trying for<br>

Even some things worth dying for<br>

And if one man can stand tall<br>

There must be some hope for us all<br>

Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man<br>

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People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help<br>

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PARSON: Didn't I warn them this would happen?<br>

Be on guard, I said.<br>

For the Evil One never rests.<br>

I said exorcise the devil.<br>

But no, they wouldn't listen.<br>

The demons inside them grew and grew.<br>

Until Satan gave his signal.<br>

And destroyed the world we knew.<br>

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BETH: No, Nathaniel<br>

Oh no Nathaniel!<br>

No, Nathaniel, no<br>

There must be more to life<br>

There has to be a way<br>

That we can restore to life <br>

The love we used to know<br>

Nathaniel, no<br>

There must be more to life<br>

There has to be a way<br>

That we can restore to life<br>

The light that we have lost<br>

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PARSON: Now darkness has descended on our land and all your prayers cannot save us<br>

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Like fools we've let the devil take command of the souls that God gave us<br>

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To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led<br>

When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead!<br>

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BETH: There must be something worth living for<br>

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PARSON: No, there is nothing!<br>

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BETH: There must be something worth trying for<br>

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PARSON: I don't believe it's so<br>

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BETH: Even some things worth dying for<br>

If just one man could stand tall<br>

There would be some hope for us all<br>

Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man <br>

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PARSON: Forget about goodness and mercy - they're gone.<br>

Didn't I warn them...<br>

Pray I said.<br>

Destroy the devil, I said...<br>

They wouldn't listen.<br>

I could have saved the world.<br>

But now it's too late.<br>

Too late!!!<br>

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BETH: No, Nathaniel<br>

Oh no, Nathaniel<br>

No, Nathaniel, no<br>

There must be more to life<br>

There has to be a way<br>

That we can restore to life<br>

The love we used to know<br>

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Nathaniel, no<br>

There must be more to life<br>

There has to be a way<br>

That we can restore to life<br>

The light that we have lost<br>

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PARSON: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the<br>

pit!<br>

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JOURNALIST: The Martians spent the night making a new machine. It was a squat,<br>

metallic spider with huge articulated claws - but it, too, had a hood in which a Martian<br>

sat. I watched it pursuing some people across a field. It caught them nimbly and tossed<br>

them into a great metal basket upon its back.<br>

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PARSON: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble. Why?<br>

Satan! Why did you take one of your own?<br>

There is a curse on Mankind.<br>

We may as well be resigned.<br>

To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man<br>

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JOURNALIST: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the Parson wrestled<br>

endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him.<br>

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Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new<br>

machine, they were draining the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it<br>

into their own veins.<br>

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PARSON: It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out and I have been<br>

chosen to do it. I must confront them now!<br>

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JOURNALIST: No, Parson, no!<br>

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PARSON: Those machines are just demons in another form! I shall destroy them with<br>

my prayers! I shall burn them with my Holy Cross! I shall -<br>

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JOURNALIST: The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window-slit,<br>

and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the Parson down to the coal<br>

cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw<br>

touching things, walls, coal, wood, - and then it touched my boot! I almost shouted! For<br>

a time it was still and then, with a click, it gripped something. The Parson! With slow,<br>

deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away... and there was nothing<br>

I could do to prevent it.<br>

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I crept to the blocked window-slit and peered through the creeper. The Martians and all<br>

their machinery had gone! Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the<br>

mound. Not a Martian in sight! The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment,<br>

and the sky a glowing blue. Red Weed covered every scrap of ground, but a gentle<br>

breeze kept it swaying and oh! the sweetness of the air!<br>

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JOURNALIST: Again, I was on my way to London, through towns and villages that<br>

were blackened ruins, totally silent, desolate, deserted. Man's empire had passed away,<br>

taken swiftly and without error, by these creatures who were composed entirely of<br>

brain. Unhampered by the complex systems which make up man, they made and used<br>

different bodies according to their needs. They never tired, never slept and never<br>

suffered, having long since eliminated from their planet the bacteria which cause all<br>

fevers and other morbidities.<br>

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ARTILLERYMAN: Halt! Who goes there?<br>

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JOURNALIST: Er - friend.<br>

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ARTILLERYMAN: Be on your way. This is my territory.<br>

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JOURNALIST: Your territory? What do you mean?<br>

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ARTILLERYMAN: Wait a minute - it's you! The man from Maybury Hill!<br>

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JOURNALIST: Good heavens! The Artilleryman! I thought you surely burned.<br>

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ARTILLERY MAN: I thought you surely drowned.<br>

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JOURNALIST: Have you seen any Martians?<br>

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ARTILLERYMAN: Everywhere. We're done for all right.<br>

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JOURNALIST: We can't just give up.<br>

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ARTILLERYMAN: Course we can't. It's now we've got to start fighting - but not<br>

against them 'cos we can't win. Now we've got to fight for survival, and I reckon we can<br>

make it. I've got a plan. <br>

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