Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Eve of the War, artist - Jeff Wayne. Date of issue: 11.06.1978
Song language: English
The Eve of the War |
| 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 were 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 it’s 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 that 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 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 — but still they |
| come!» |
| «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 — but still |
| they come!» |
| It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. |
| From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the |
| distance. |
| It all seemed to safe and tranquil. |