The Spirit Of Man

I suddenly noticed the body of a parson lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red week, and decided to bury him, decently.

Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!

The parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive!

Beth: Nathaniel, I saw the church burst into flame, are you all right?

Nathaniel: Don't touch me!

Beth: But it's me, Beth! Your wife!

Nathaniel: No! You're one of them- a devil!

Beth: He's delirious!

Nathaniel: Lies! I saw the devil's sign!

Beth: What are you saying?

Nathaniel: The green flash in the sky. His demons were here all along, in our hearts and souls, just waiting for a sign from Him. And now they're destroying our world!

Beth: But they're not devils, they're Martians.

Journalist: We must leave here.

Beth: Look, a house still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly.

We took shelter in a cottage, and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the field spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust.

Martians: Ulla!

Beth: Dear God, help us!

Nathaniel: The voice of the Devil is heard in our land!

The Spirit of Man

Nathaniel

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

Beth

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

Nathaniel

Once, there was a time when I believed

Without hesitation

That the power of love and truth could con