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Jeff Wayne( Jeffry 'Jeff' Wayne )
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The Spirit Of Man
Lyricist:Gary Osborne, Jeff Wayne
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?
In carnation of Satan's creation Of all that we dread When the demons arrive Those alive will be better off dead
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
Once, there was a time When I believed without hesitation That the power of love And truth could conquer all In the name of 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?
There must be something worth living for There must be something worth trying for Even some things worth dying for And if one man could 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 Didn't I warn them this would happen? Be on your guard, I said, for the Evil One never rests
I said exorcise the devil But no, they wouldn't listen The demons inside them grew and grew Until Satan gave his signal And destroyed the world we knew
No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life There has to be a way that we can Restore to life the love we used to know
(No) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life 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 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 were led When the demons arrive The survivors will envy the dead
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 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
No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life There has to be a way that we can Restore to life the love we used to know
(No) Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life There has to be a way that we can Restore to life the light that we have lost
Dear God, a cylinder's landed on the house And we are underneath it, in the pit
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 in which a Martian sat
I watched it pursuing some people across a field It caught them nimbly and tossed them Into a great metal basket upon its back
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
Aaah, 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
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