what to be, Oh no, oh no not me, But if mankind is to survive, The people left alive, They're gonna have to build this world anew, And it's gonna have
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me, Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away Through Autumn?s golden gown we used to kick our way, You always
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 timeless worlds
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
released their black smoke, but the ship sped on, cutting down one of the tripod figures. Instanty, the others raised their heat rays, and melted the thunderchild's
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
stirring, sleepless, indefatigable, at work upon the machines they were making. Now and again a light, like the beam of a warship's searchlight, swept
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