CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The Eve of the War (2012)
[Journalist]:
No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century
That human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes
And slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth
Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth
As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way
And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight
Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
[Journalist]:
Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape
He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
"Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century
That human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water
Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes
And slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth
Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth
As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way
And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight
Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
[Journalist]:
Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape
He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
"Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
