The Bringer of War

The Bringer of War

Look east to the planet, so glorious above
It’s Mars the Red Planet, I adore and love
I’ve waited so long, just counting the days
Now shining in splendour, now ready to praise

O tell of his might and sing of his grace
So perfectly in night sky, so red in deep space
As a god of the harvest, he makes the crops form
As god of the war, he calls forth the storm

The War of the Worlds, such stories recite
Of Martians in Tripods, of heat rays of light
They came to the hills, they descent to the plain
And red weed abounds and grows after rain

Poor creatures of dust, the Martians found frail
Our soldiers lie dead, the army does fail
But smallest of virus, bring Martians to end
They die of our colds, that small unseen friend

The War of Worlds ended, we once again love
And Mars is a dead planet, still shining above
But close to the earth now, with glory ablaze,
Red Planet so bright, we sing to your praise!