paroles de chanson The Artilleryman and the Fighting Machine - Jeff Wayne , David Essex , Richard Burton

The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the house
Then I saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt

Anyone here?
Come in. Here, drink this
Thank you
What's happened?
They wiped us out. Hundreds dead, maybe thousands
The Heat Ray?
The Martians! They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made, massive metal things on legs!
Giant machines that walked, they attacked us! They wiped us out!
Machines?
Fighting Machines! Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees. Just hunks of metal
But they knew exactly what they were doing

There was another cylinder came last night
Yes. It looked bound for London
London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her father, so many miles away
I must go to London at once
And me. Got to report to Headquarters, if there's anything left of it

At Byfleet we came upon an Inn, but it was deserted
Is everybody dead?
Not everybody. Look!
Six cannons with gunners standing by
Bows and arrows against the lightning
They haven't seen the heat ray yet

We hurried along the road to Weybridge
Suddenly, there was a heavy explosion
The ground heaved, windows shattered, gusts of smoke erupted into the air
Look! There they are! What did I tell you?

Quickly, one after the other, four of the Fighting Machines appeared
Monstrous tripods, higher than the tallest steeple, striding over the pine trees and smashing them
Walking engines of glittering metal
Each carried a huge funnel and I realized with horror that I'd seen this awful thing before

A fifth Machine appeared on the far bank
It raised itself to full height, flourished the funnel high in the air-and the ghostly, terrible Heat Ray struck the town
As it struck, all five Fighting Machines exulted, emitting deafening howls which roared like thunder
Ulla! Ulla!

The six guns we had seen, now fired simultaneously, decapitating a Fighting Machine
The Martian inside the hood was slain
Splashed to the four winds
And the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal
Went whirling to destruction
As the other Monsters advanced, people ran away blindly
The Artilleryman among them
But I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe
Now the guns spoke again, but this time the Heat Ray sent them to oblivion

Ulla!

With a white flash, the Heat Ray swept across the river
Scalded, half-blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping, hissing water, towards the shore
I fell helplessly, in full sight of the Martians, expecting nothing but death
The foot of a Fighting Machine came down close to my head, then lifted again as the four Martians carried away the debris of their fallen comrade
And I realized that by a miracle, I had escaped
Ulla! Ulla!
Ulla! Ulla!
Ulla!