| Columbus wrote of awful things, as he fortook the seas
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| And many men have spoke of doom, aboard the Flight 19
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| The devil’s home, some do preach, a force beyond this world
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| A secret time, that’s part of us, a place that is no good
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| Explain the missing men, lost throughout the years
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| And all the missing planes, snatched from out of the sky
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| The triangle, the legend lives, a tale for all to read
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| An unknown force, that makes us trust
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| The horrors we can’t see
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| And what of the soldiers? |
| Astray from their ships
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| As over 100 are gone
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| For where are the answers, to all that is «odd»?
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| Turning all science undone
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| Has alien life, within our time, marked the planet Earth?
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| Do UFO’s come and go, lighting up our sky?
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| Do they search and steal, for their own world
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| The bodies of our kind?
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| And do we know, just who to trust
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| What’s real, and what are lies?
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| The sea erupts, the sky goes black, the air is numb
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| The wind is full, but can’t we see, are we blind?
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| Some time has passed since the last tale
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| Of the triangle’s disease
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| But as before, the doom will fall, unto the haunted seas
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| The triangle!!!
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| Is this the porthole through time?
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| Is this the center of mind?
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| For what has caused this to be?
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| For now the other world sleeps
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| But just how soon 'til the unknown returns to feed? |