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