Jeff Wayne The Red Weed (Part 2) Lyrics

JOURNALIST: Then on the nineth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machines they were draining the fresh, living, blood of men and women, and injecting it into their own veins.

PARSON: Aaaaah! 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 another form. I shall destroy them with my prayers! I shall burn them with my holy cross! I shall-

JOURNALIST: The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit and the menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the Parson down into 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 shot it! For a time it was still and then, with a click, it gripped something. The Parson! With slow deliberate movements, his unconcious 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 chambered 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.

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