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?

In carnation of Satan's creation
Of all that we dread
When the demons arrive
Those alive will be better off dead

There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even something worth dying for
And if one man can stand tall
There must be hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

Once, there was a time
When I believed without hesitation
That the power of love
And truth could conquer all
In the name of salvation

Tell me what kind of weapon is love
When it comes to the fight?
And just how much protection is truth
Against all Satan's might?

There must be something worth living for
There must be something worth trying for
Even some things worth dying for
And if one man could stand tall
There must be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help
Didn't I warn them this would happen?
Be on your guard, I said, for the Evil One never rests

I said exorcise the devil
But no, they wouldn't listen
The demons inside them grew and grew
Until Satan gave his signal
And destroyed the world we knew

No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the love we used to know

(No)
Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the light that we have lost

Now darkness has descended on our land
And all your prayers cannot save us
Like fools we've let the devil take command
Of the souls that God gave us

To the altar of evil like lambs
To the slaughter were led
When the demons arrive
The survivors will envy the dead

There must be something worth living for
No, there is nothing
There must be something worth trying for
I don't believe it's so

Even something worth dying for
If just one man could stand tall
There would be some hope for us all
Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

Forget about goodness and mercy, they're gone
Didn't I warn them? Pray, I said, destroy the devil, I said
They wouldn't listen, I could have saved the world
But now it's too late, too late

No Nathaniel, oh no Nathaniel
No Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the love we used to know

(No)
Nathaniel, no, there must be more to life
There has to be a way that we can
Restore to life the light that we have lost

Dear God, a cylinder's landed on the house
And we are underneath it, in the pit

The Martians spent the night making a new machine
It was a squat, metallic spider with huge, articulated claws
But it, too had a hood in which a Martian sat

I watched it pursuing some people across a field
It caught them nimbly and tossed them
Into a great metal basket upon its back

Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating
Inside the hood of their new machine they were drawing the fresh
Living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins

Aaah, it's a sign, I've been given a sign
They must be cast out
And I have been chosen to do it
I must confront them now

No, parson, no

Those machines are just demons in another form
I shall destroy them with my prayers
I shall burn them with my holy cross, I shall

The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window slit
And a menacing claw explored the room
I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar
I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch

In the darkness I could see the claw touching things
Walls, coal, wood and then, it touched my boot
I almost shouted, for a time it was still
And then, with a click, it gripped something

The parson, with slow, deliberate movements
His unconscious body was dragged away
And there was nothing I could do to prevent it