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The hammering from the pit |
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And the pounding of guns grew louder |
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My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house |
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Then I saw it was a young artilleryman |
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Weary, streaked with blood and dirt |
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Anyone here? |
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Come in, here, drink this |
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Thank you |
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What's happened? |
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They wiped us out, hundreds dead, maybe thousands |
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The Heat Ray |
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The Martians, they were inside the hoods of machines |
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They'd made massive metal things on legs |
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Giant machines that walked, they attacked us |
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They wiped us out |
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Machines? Fight machines |
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Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees |
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Just hunks of metal |
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But they knew exactly what they were doing |
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Mmm, there was another cylinder came last night |
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Yes, it looked bound for London |
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London, Carrie, I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie |
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And her father, so many miles away |
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I must go to London at once |
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And me, got to report to Headquarters |
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If there's anything left of it |
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At Byfleet, we came upon an Inn but it was deserted |
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Is everybody dead? |
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Not everybody, look, six cannons with gunners standing by |
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It's bows and arrows against the lightning |
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They haven''t seen the Heat Ray yet |
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We hurried along the road to Weybridge |
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Suddenly, there was a heavy explosion |
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The ground heaved, windows shattered |
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And gusts of smoke erupted into the air |
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Look, there they are, wat did I tell you |
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Quickly, one after the other |
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Four of the fighting machines appeared |
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Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple |
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Striding over the pine trees and smashing them |
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Walking engines of glittering metal |
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Each carried a huge funnel and I realized with horror |
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That I'd seen this awful thing before |
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A fifth machine appeared on the far bank |
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It raised itself to full height |
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Flourished the funnel high in the air |
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And the ghostly, terrible Heat Ray struck the town |
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As it struck, all five fighting machines exulted |
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Emitting deafening howls which roared like thunder |
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Ulla, Ulla |
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The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously |
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Decapitating a fighting machine |
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The Martian inside the hood was slain |
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Splashed to the four winds, and the body, nothing now |
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But an intricate device of metal, went whirling to destruction |
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As the other Monsters advanced, people ran away blindly |
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The artilleryman among them |
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But I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe |
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Now the guns spoke again |
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But this time the Heat Ray sent them to oblivion |
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Ulla |
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With a white flash, the Heat Ray swept across the river |
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Scalded, half blinded and agonized |
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I staggered through leaping, hissing water towards the shore |
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I fell helplessly, in full sight of the Martians, expecting nothing but death |
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The foot of a fighting machine came down close to my head |
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Then lifted again as the four Martians carried away the debris |
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Of their fallen comrade and I realized that by a miracle |
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I had escaped |
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Ulla, Ulla, Ulla |
