RED WEED AND PARSON NATHANIEL



Journalist:

Next day the dawn was a brillint fiery red 

and I wandered through the weird and lurid landscape 

of another planet for the vegetation which gives Mars 

it's red appearance had taken root on Earth

As man had succumbed to the Martians

So our land now succumbed to the red weed

Where ever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew

with frightening voraciosness 

It's claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water

And than it starts to creep like a slimy red animal 

across the land covering field and ditch and tree and hedgerow

with living scarlet feelers , crawling ! , crawling !



I suddenly noticed the body of parson lying on the ground

in a churchyard 

I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the red weed

And decided to bury him decently



Beth:

Nathaniel !

Nathaniel !



Journalist:

The parsons eyes flickered open , he was alive



Beth:

Nathaniel I saw the church burst into flame !

Are you alright !



Parson:

Don't tuch me !



Beth:

But it's me Beth your wife



Parson:

No you're one of them , a Devil !



Beth:

He's Delirious !



Parson:

Lies !

I saw the Devil's sighn



Beth:

What have you seen ?



Parson:

The green flash in the sky 

His demons where here all along

In our hearts and souls

Just waiting for a sign from him

And now they are destoying 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



Journalist:

We took shelter in a cottage 

and black smoke spread hemming us in

Then a fighting machine came across the fields 

Spraying jets of steam that turned the black smoke 

in to thick black dust 



Martians:

ULLA !!



Beth: 

Dear God

Help Us !



Parson:

The voice of the Devil is heard in our land



SPIRIT OF MAN



Parson:

#Listen do you hear them drawing near 

in there search for the sinners

Feeding on the power of our fear

and the evil within us

Incarnation of satan's creation of all that we're dread

When the demons arived those alive would be better off dead !!



Beth:

#There must be something worth living for

There must be something worth trying for

Even something worth dying for

For if one man can stand tall

There must be hope for us all

Some where some where in the spirit of man



Parson:

#Once there was a time when I believed without hasitation

That the power of love and truth could conquer all 

in name off salvation

Tell me what kind of weapon is love when it comes to a fight

And how much protection is truth against all Satan's might



Beth:

#There must be something worth living for

There must be somethig worth trying for

Even something worth dying for 

If just one man can 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



Parson:

Didn't I warn them that this would happen ?

Be on guard I said

For the evil wil never rest

I said excorsice the Devil

But no , they wouldn't listen

The demons inside are grew and grew

Until Satan gives his signal 

And destroyed the World we knew



Beth:

#No Nathaniel , oh no Nathaniel

No Nathaniel no 

There must be more to live

There has to be a way 

That we can restore to life

The love that we used to know

Nathaniel No

There must be more to live

There has to be a way

That we can restore the life

The light that we have lost



#Now darkness has decended on our land

And all your prayers can not save us

Like fools we let the Devil take command 

of the souls that God gave us

To the altar of evil like lambs to the slaughter we're led

When the demons arrive the survivors envy the dead



Beth:

#There must be something worth living for



Parson:

# No ! there is nothing



Beth:

# There must be something worth  trying for



Parson:

#I don't believe it's so



Beth:

# Even something worth dying for

And if one man can stand tall

There must be some hope for us all

Somewhere somewhere in the spirit of man



Parson:

Forgett about goodness and mercy - there gone

Didn't I warn them prayed i said

Destroy the Devil I said 

But they wouldn't listen

I could have saved the World 

but now it's too late , TOO LATE



Beth:

#No Nathaniel 

Oh no Nathaniel

No Nathaniel no

There must be more to life

There has to be a way 

That we can restore the life 

The light that we have lost



(EXPLOSION)



Parson:

Dear God a cylinder's hit on the house

And we underneath it - in the pit



Journalist:

The Martians spent the night making a new machine

It was a squat mettalic spider with huge articulated  claws

But it too had a hood wich a martian sat

I watched it pursuing some people across the field

It caught them nimbly and tossed them 

into a great metal basket upon his back



Parson:

Beth !

She's dead buried under the rubble

Why Satan why did you take one of your own ?

#There is a curse of mankind

We may as well be resighned  

To let the Devil , the Devil take the spirit of man



Journalist:

As time past in oure dark and dusty prisson

The parson wresled endlessly with his doubts

His outcries invited dead for us both

And yet I pitied him

Then on the nineth day we saw the Martians eating

Inside in there new hood

They where draining the fresh living blood of man and woman

And injecting it in their own veins



Parson:

It's a sign

I've been given a sign

They have to 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 a other form

I shall destroy them with my prayers

I will burn them with my holy cross

I shall - 



Journalist:

The Curius eye of a Martian appaired at the window slit 

And a menacing claw explored the room

I dragged the body of the parson down to the coalcellar

I heard the Martian fumbling at the ladge

In the darkness I could see the claw toughing things

walls coal wood , and then it touch my boot

I almost shouted 

For a time was it still and then with a click it gripped something

The parson with slow deliberated movements his uncunscions

body was dragged away....

And there was nothing I could do to prevent it



I crept to the bloked window slit and peered through the creeper

The Martians and all there machines where gone

Trembling I dug my way out 

And clambered to the top of the mound

Not a Martian inside 

The day seemed dazzeling 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 

trough tows and villages 

that where blackened ruins  

totaly silence , desolate , deserted

Man's impire had passed away

Taken swiftly and without error

by these creatures who where composed entirely of brain

Unhampered by the complex systhems witch make up men

They made and used different bodies according their needs

They never tired they never slept and never suffered

having long since eliminated from there planet the bacteria

witch caused all fevers and other morbidities



Artilleryman:

Halt who goes there ?



Journalist:

Er - A friend



Artilleryman:

Be on your way 

This is my territory



Journalist:

Your territory ?

What do you mean ?



Artilleryman:

Wait a minute it's you , the man from Maybury hill



Journalist:

Good heavens the artilleryman

I thought you surely burned



Artilleryman:

I thought you surely drowned



Journalist:

Have you seen any Martians ?



Artilleryman:

Everywhere we're don for all right



Journalist: 

We can't just give up



Artilleryman:

Course we can't

It's now that we've got to start fighting

But not against them 'cos we can't win

Now we've got to fight for suvival

And I reckon we can make it

I've got a plan