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THE ARTILLERY-MAN AND THE FIGHTING Lyrics
THE ARTILLERY-MAN AND THE FIGHTING Song Lyrics
JOURNALIST: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew
louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house. Then I saw it
was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt.
ARTILLERYMAN: Anyone here?
JOURNALIST: Come in. Here - drink this.
ARTILLERYMAN: Thank you.
JOURNALIST: What's happened?
ARTILLERYMAN: They wiped us out. Hundreds dead - maybe thousands.
JOURNALIST: The Heat Ray.
ARTILLERYMAN: The Martians! They were inside the hoods of the machines they'd
made - massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked - they attacked us!
They wiped us out!
ARTILLERYMAN: Fighting Machines! Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees.
Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing.
JOURNALIST: Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night.
ARTILLERYMAN: Yes. it looked bound for London.
JOURNALIST: London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and
her father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once.
ARTILLERYMAN: And me. Got to report to Headquarters - if there's anything left of
JOURNALIST: At Byfleet we came upon an Inn, but it was deserted.
ARTILLERYMAN: Is everybody dead?
JOURNALIST: Not everybody. Look! Six cannons with gunners standing by.
ARTILLERYMAN: It's bows and arrows against the lightning. They haven't seen the
Heat Ray yet.
JOURNALIST: We hurried along the road to Weybridge. Suddenly, there was a heavy
explosion. The ground heaved, windows shattered and gusts of smoke erupted into the
ARTILLERYMAN: Look! There they are! What did I tell you?
JOURNALIST: Quickly, one after the other, four of the Fighting Machines appeared.
Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple, striding over the pine trees and
smashing them. Walking engines of glittering metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I
realized with horror that I'd seen this awful thing before.
A fifth Machine appeared on the far bank. It raised itself to full height, flourished the
funnel high in the air - and the ghostly, terrible Heat Ray struck the town.
JOURNALIST: As it struck, all five Fighting Machines exulted, emitting deafening howls
which roared like thunder.
MARTIANS: Ulla! Ulla!
JOURNALIST: The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously,
decapitating a Fighting Machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain, splashed to
the four winds, and the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal, went
whirling to destruction. As the other Monsters advanced, people ran away blindly, the
Artilleryman among them, but I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to
breathe. Now the guns spoke again, but this time the Heat Ray sent them to oblivion.
JOURNALIST: With a white flash, the Heat Ray swept across the river. Scalded, half-
blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping, hissing water towards the shore. I fell
helplessly, in full sight of the Martians, expecting nothing but death. The foot of a
Fighting Machine came down close to my head, then lifted again, as the four Martians
carried away the debris of their fallen comrade... and I realized that by a miracle , I had
MARTIANS: Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!