Take a look around you at the world we've come to know, Does it seem to be much more than a crazy circus show? But maybe from the madness something beautiful
Journalist: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables.
The Eve Of The War Journalist: No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the
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
Scattered out along the bay, and I thought I heard her calling, As the steamer pulled away, The invaders must have seen them, As across the coast they
The Artillery Man And The Fighting Machine Journalist: The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of
JOURNALIST: Next morning, a crowd gathered on the Common, hypnotized by the unscrewing of the cylinder. Two feet of shining screw projected when, suddenly
Dead London Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and
Oversættelse: Wayne, Jeff. The Eve Of The War.
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Oversættelse: Wayne, Jeff. Epilog.
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