I have spent centuries here in space.
Since the youth of hope, their wives believe
that they could teach our race.
We're getting on Mars, a dark new side,
like all things that God made.
It's life or a quake, not a big monster band.
See the fire in the skies.
See them dance faithfully.
Mars attacks.
War, war, cheap math.
See the humans fight and die.
See a planet made to waste.
Mars attacks.
A monster that made the Earth from splatter.
It was then in the darkest hour,
when everything seemed lost.
The hearts of men were not conceived,
no matter what the cost.
They fought a sword of sound and steel upon the marshy nose.
The voice of God had gone, there!
Mars would be no more!
See the monsters take form.
See the death of the warring tribe.
Mars attacks.
Now a planet won't survive.
See the ones turned into ash.
See the terror on their face.
Mars explodes!
Now it's all going to spare.
Mars attacks!
A monster that made the Earth from spare.