I looked up and saw a third machine
It was erect and motionless, like the others
An insane 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
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
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!
These germs have plagued us since life began
Trough million of years we have developed a resistance to them
But there are no bacterias on Mars
Directly the invaders arrived and drank and fed
Our microscopic allies attacked them
From that moment they were doomed!
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