Jeff Wayne - Dead London

Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement.
Martians: Ulla!
Journalist: I stopped, staring toward to sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of house had found a voice for its fear and solitude.
Martians: Ulla!
Journalist: The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I alive, when London in state in its black shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street, drawn inexorably towards that cry.
Martians: Ulla!
Journalist: I saw, over the trees on Primrose hill, the fighting machine from which the howling came. I crossed Regents Canal. There stood a second machine, upright, but as still as the first.
Martians: Ulla! Ul-!
Journalist: Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive. Now, suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite.

I looked up and saw a third machine. It was erect and motionless, like the others. An inane resolve possessed me. I would give my life to the Martians, here and now. I marched recklessly towards the titan and saw a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road, I felt no fear, only a wild trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore.

I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill, and the Martians camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians - dead... slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things upon the Earth, Bacteria. Minute, invisible bacteria!

Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment they were doomed!
Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement.
Martians: Ulla!
Journalist: I stopped, staring toward to sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of house had found a voice for its fear and solitude.
Martians: Ulla!
Journalist: The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I alive, when London in state in its black shroud? I felt intolerably lonely, drifting from street to empty street, drawn inexorably towards that cry.
Martians: Ulla!
Journalist: I saw, over the trees on Primrose hill, the fighting machine from which the howling came. I crossed Regents Canal. There stood a second machine, upright, but as still as the first.
Martians: Ulla! Ul-!
Journalist: Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly, the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive. Now, suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something and all that remained was this gaunt quite.

I looked up and saw a third machine. It was erect and motionless, like the others. An inane resolve possessed me. I would give my life to the Martians, here and now. I marched recklessly towards the titan and saw a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road, I felt no fear, only a wild trembling exultation, as I ran up the hill towards the motionless monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pecked and tore.

I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose Hill, and the Martians camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians - dead... slain, after all man's devices had failed, by the humblest things upon the Earth, Bacteria. Minute, invisible bacteria!

Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment they were doomed!
Dead London - Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds

Jeff Wayne - Dead London

Song: Dead London Artist: Jeff Wayne Album: Jeff Wayne's Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds Year: 1978.

Dead London

Since I couldn't find it on here (or a full version, at least) and was a bit miffed about it, here's Dead London from Jeff Wayne's War of the Worlds. JOURNALIST: There were a dozen dead...

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The 11th and 12th tracks on the newly released album, 'The New Generation'. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS MUSIC.

Jeff Wayne's The War of the Worlds - Dead London Remix

Music created by Jeff Wayne. This music was used in the PC game, but wasn't added in the Playstation version, probably cause the tone of music didn't suit the action that was going on.

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