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[Narrator: Richard Burton ("The Journalist")]
Then, on the ninth day, we saw the Martians eating. Inside the hood of their new machine they were draining the fresh, living blood of men and women and injecting it into their own veins...

[Phil Lynott: ("Parson Nathaniel")]
It's a sign! I've been given a sign! They must be cast out and I have been chosen to do it! I must confront them now!

[Narrator: Richard Burton ("The Journalist")]
No, parson, no!

[Phil Lynott: ("Parson Nathaniel")]
Those machines are just demons in another form! I shall destroy them with my prayers! I shall burn them with my Holy Cross! I shall-

[Narrator: Richard Burton ("The Journalist")]
The curious eye of a Martian appeared at the window-slit, and a menacing claw explored the room. I dragged the parson down to the coal cellar. I heard the Martian fumbling at the latch. In the darkness I could see the claw touching things, walls, coal, wood - and then it touch my boot! I almost shouted! For a time it was still and then, with a click, it gripped something. The parson! With slow, deliberate movements, his unconscious body was dragged away... and there was nothing I could do to prevent it...

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[Narrator: Richard Burton ("The Journalist")]
I crept to the blocked window-slit and peered through the creeper. The Martians, and all their machinery, had gone! Trembling, I dug my way out and clambered to the top of the mound. Not a Martian in sight! The day seemed dazzling bright after my imprisonment and the sky a glowing blue. Red Weed covered every scrap of ground but a gentle breeze kept it swaying, and oh! the sweetness of the air!

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