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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