War of The Worlds (1995) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil.
Next morning a crowd gathered on the common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when suddenly, the lid fell off. Two luminous, disk-like eyes appeared above the rim. A huge rounded bulk, larger than a bear, rose up slowly, glistening like wet leather. Its lipless mouth quivered and slathered, and snakelike tentacles writhed as the clumsy body heaved and pulsated.
A few young men crept closer to the pit. A tall funnel rose and an invisible ray of heat leapt from man to man, and there was a bright glare as each was instantly turned to fire. Every tree and bush became a mass of flames at the touch of this savage, unearthly heat.
People clawed their way off the common, and I ran too. I felt I was being toyed with, that when I was on the very verge of safety this mysterious death would leap after me and strike me down. At last I reached Maybury Hill, and in the dim coolness of my home I wrote an account for my newspaper before I sank into a restless, haunted sleep.
I awoke to alien sounds of hammering from the pit and hurried to the railway station to buy the paper. Around me, the daily routine of life, working eating, sleeping, was continuing serenely as it had for countless years. On Horsell Common, the Martians continued hammering and stirring, sleepless, indefatigable, at work on the machines they were making. Now and again a light like the beam of a warship's searchlight would sweep the common, and the heat ray was ready to follow.
In the afternoon, a company of soldiers came through and deployed along the common to form a cordon.
That evening, there was a violent crash and I realized with horror that my home was within reach of the heat ray.
At dawn, a falling star with a trail of green mist landed with a flash like summer lightning. This was the second cylinder.

> 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 machines they'd made, massive metal things on legs. Giant machines that walked. They attacked us. They wiped us out.
Journalist: Machines?
Artilleryman: Fighting machines, picking up men and bashing them against trees. Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing.
Journalist: Hmm. There was another cylinder came last night.
Artilleryman: Yes. Yes, it looked bound for London.
London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her father, so many miles away.
Journalist: I must go to London at once.
Artilleryman: And me, got to report to headquarters, if there's anything left of it.
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: Bows and arrows against the lightning.
Journalist: Hmm.
Artilleryman: They haven't seen the heat ray yet.
We hurried along the road to Weybridge. Suddenly, there was a heavy explosion and gusts of smoke erupted into the air.
Artilleryman: Look! There they are! What did I tell you!
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 tripods 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.
As it struck, all five fighting machines exulted, emitting deafening howls which roared like thunder:
Martians: Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!
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.
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 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 escaped.
Martians: Ulla! Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!

Journalist: 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 Weed and I decided to bury him decently.
Beth: Nathaniel! Nathaniel!
Journalist: The parson's eyes flickered open. He was alive!
Beth: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst in to flame! Are you all right?
Parson: Don't touch me!
Beth: But it's me, Beth, your wife!
Parson: No! You're one of them. A devil!
Beth: (to Journalist) He's delirious
Parson: Lies! I saw the devil's sign.
Beth: What are you saying?
Parson: 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 is still standing, come Nathaniel, quickly.
Journalist: We took shelter in the cottage and black smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a fighting machine came across the fields spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke in to thick, black dust.
Martians: Ulla!
Beth: Dear God - help us!
Parson: The voice of the devil is heard in our land!
Parson: 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.
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread
When the demons arrive
Those alive would be better off dead!
Beth: 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 would be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man
Parson: 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?
Beth: 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 would 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 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!
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 to life
The love we used to know
Nathaniel, no
There must be more to life
There has to be a way
We can restore to life
The light that we have lost
Parson: 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 we're led
When the demons arrive, the survivors will 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 some things worth dying for,
And if one man could stand tall,
There would be hope for us all,
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man.
Parson: 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!
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 to life
The love we used to know
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
Parson: Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit!

Journalist: 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back.
Parson: Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own?
There is a curse on Mankind,
We may as well be resigned,
To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man.

Journalist: As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him.