The Spirit Of Man (Guitar Solo)

There must be something worth trying for

Even some things worth dying for

And if one man could stand tall

There would be some hope for us all

Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man

People loved you and trusted you, came to you for help.

[Parson:] 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!

[Beth:] 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

Nathaniel, no

There must be more to life

There has to be a way

We can restore to life

The light that we have lost

[Parson:] 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 we're led

When the demons arrive, the survivors will envy the dead!

[Beth:] There must be something worth living for.

[Parson:] No, there is nothing!

[Beth:] There must be something worth trying for.

[Parson:] I don't believe it's so.

[Beth:] Even some things worth dying for,

And if one man could stand tall,

There would be hope for us all,

Somewhere, somewhere in the spirit of man.

[Parson:] 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!

[Beth:] 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

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

[Parson:] Dear God! A cylinder's landed on the house! And we're underneath it - in the pit!

[Journalist:] 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 in to a great metal basket upon its back.

[Parson:] Beth! She's dead! Buried under the rubble! Why? Satan! Why did you take one of your own?

There is a curse on Mankind,

We may as well be resigned,

To let the devil, the devil take the spirit of man.

[Journalist:] As time passed in our dark and dusty prison, the parson wrestled endlessly with his doubts. His outcries invited death for us both - and yet I pitied him.