There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road
Their outline softened by the black dust
All was still, houses locked and empty
Shops closed but looters had helped themselves to wine and food
And outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement
♪
Ulla!
I stopped, staring toward the sound
It seemed as if that mighty desert of houses had found a voice for it's fear and solitude
Ulla!
♪
The desolating cry worked upon my mind
The wailing took possession of me
I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty
Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead?
Why was I alive, when London in state in it's black shroud?
I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street
Drawn inexorably towards that cry
Ulla!
♪
I saw, over the trees on Primrose hill
The Fighting Machine from which the howling came
I crossed Regents canal
There stood a second machine, upright, but a still as the first
Ulla!
Abruptly, the sound ceased
Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable
While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive
Now, suddenly, there was a change
The passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite
I looked up and saw a third machine
It was erect and motionless, like the others
An insane resolve possessed me
I would give my life to the Martians, here and now
♪
I marched recklessly towards the titan
And saw that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood
I began running along the road, I felt no fear
Only a wild trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster
Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore
♪
I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill
And the Martians camp was below me
A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians Dead!
Slain after all mans devices had failed, by the humblest things on Earth
Bacteria, Minute, invisible bacteria!
♪
Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed
Our microscopic allies attacked them
From that moment they were doomed!
Their outline softened by the black dust
All was still, houses locked and empty
Shops closed but looters had helped themselves to wine and food
And outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement
♪
Ulla!
I stopped, staring toward the sound
It seemed as if that mighty desert of houses had found a voice for it's fear and solitude
Ulla!
♪
The desolating cry worked upon my mind
The wailing took possession of me
I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty
Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead?
Why was I alive, when London in state in it's black shroud?
I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street
Drawn inexorably towards that cry
Ulla!
♪
I saw, over the trees on Primrose hill
The Fighting Machine from which the howling came
I crossed Regents canal
There stood a second machine, upright, but a still as the first
Ulla!
Abruptly, the sound ceased
Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable
While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive
Now, suddenly, there was a change
The passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite
I looked up and saw a third machine
It was erect and motionless, like the others
An insane resolve possessed me
I would give my life to the Martians, here and now
♪
I marched recklessly towards the titan
And saw that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood
I began running along the road, I felt no fear
Only a wild trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster
Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore
♪
I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill
And the Martians camp was below me
A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians Dead!
Slain after all mans devices had failed, by the humblest things on Earth
Bacteria, Minute, invisible bacteria!
♪
Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed
Our microscopic allies attacked them
From that moment they were doomed!
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