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Listen, do you hear them drawing near |
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In their search for the sinners? |
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Feeding on the power of our fear |
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And the evil within us? |
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In carnation of Satan's creation |
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Of all that we dread |
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When the demons arrive |
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Those alive will be better off dead |
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There must be something worth living for |
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There must be something worth trying for |
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Even something worth dying for |
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And if one man can stand tall |
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There must be hope for us all |
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Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man |
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Once, there was a time |
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When I believed without hesitation |
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That the power of love |
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And truth could conquer all |
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In the name of salvation |
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Tell me what kind of weapon is love |
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When it comes to the fight? |
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And just how much protection is truth |
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Against all Satan's might? |
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There must be something worth living for |
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There must be something worth trying for |
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Even some things worth dying for |
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And if one man could stand tall |
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There must be some hope for us all |
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Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man |
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People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help |
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Didn't I warn them this would happen? |
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Be on your guard, I said, for the Evil One never rests |
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I said exorcise the devil |
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But no, they wouldn't listen |
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The demons inside them grew and grew |
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Until Satan gave his signal |
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And destroyed the world we knew |
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No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel |
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No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life |
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There has to be a way that we can |
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Restore to life the love we used to know |
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(No) |
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Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life |
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There has to be a way that we can |
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Restore to life the light that we have lost |
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Now darkness has descended on our land |
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And all your prayers cannot save us |
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Like fools we've let the devil take command |
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Of the souls that God gave us |
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To the altar of evil like lambs |
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To the slaughter were led |
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When the demons arrive |
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The survivors will envy the dead |
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There must be something worth living for |
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No, there is nothing |
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There must be something worth trying for |
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I don't believe it's so |
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Even something worth dying for |
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If just one man could stand tall |
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There would be some hope for us all |
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Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man |
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Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone |
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Didn't I warn them? Pray, I said, destroy the devil, I said |
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They wouldn't listen, I could have saved the world |
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But now it's too late, too late |
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No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel |
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No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life |
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There has to be a way that we can |
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Restore to life the love we used to know |
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(No) |
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Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life |
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There has to be a way that we can |
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Restore to life the light that we have lost |
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Dear God, a cylinder's landed on the house |
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And we are underneath it, in the pit |
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The Martians spent the night making a new machine |
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It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws |
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But it, too had a hood in which a Martian sat |
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I watched it pursuing some people across a field |
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It caught them nimbly and tossed them |
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Into a great metal basket upon its back |
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Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating |
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Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh |
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Living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins |
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Aaah, it's a sign, I've been given a sign |
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They must be cast out |
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And I have been chosen to do it |
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I must confront them now |
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No, parson, no |
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Those machines are just demons in another form |
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I shall destroy them with my prayers |
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I shall burn them with my holy cross, I shall |
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The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit |
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And a menacing claw explored the room |
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I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar |
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I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch |
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In the darkness I could see the claw touching things |
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Walls, coal, wood and then, it touched my boot |
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I almost shouted, for a time it was still |
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And then, with a click, it gripped something |
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The parson, with slow, deliberate movements |
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His unconscious body was dragged away |
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And there was nothing I could do to prevent it |
