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Rage [Music by: P. Wagner] [Lyrics by: P. Wagner] [a. The devil's triangle] Tell the press that we can't say more, there's nothing that we know 'bout for sure. What has happend to our machines? We found no wrecks and nothing was seen. Fourteen men are lost anywhere, there's nothing we can do for them there. Those guys we have sent out for the search, they're missing too, it seems as if we're cursed. Mayday, mayday! Without a trace flight 19 got lost in the sky Mayday, mayday! Without a trace flight 19 got lost in the sky Many ships and planes we miss in this part of the Atlantic. IN the Bermuda triangle magnetic fields are disturbed sometimes. Maybe that's a reason, but who knows what really happened there? Is the flying dutchman real, are they transferred from space and time in another sphere? Mayday, mayday! Without a trace flight 19 got lost in the sky Mayday, mayday! Without a trace flight 19 got lost in the sky [b. Atlantis] Drowned in the sea, some thousand years ago we searched for ages for the place but noone yet has found a way through the haze, no Myths and legends wind 'round treasure there to find a whole civilization died and all they knew, it sunk with them in their grave The scientists found out some theories about an earthquake dragged it all away, maybe this was meant in tales 'bout the flood... The earth has changed its face and took our fruits away We know, the people there were wise was mankind's cradle lost before our time? Mayday, mayday! Mayday, mayday! Without a trace Atlantis drowned into the sea Without a trace Atlantis drowned into the sea [c. Uninvited Visitors] I've seen, I have seen them, I know what I tell you last night when I drove home they were there, this is true They hung in the air above the motorway then they came down to me a phosphorising light piercing me and the time, it stood still on the motorway then they came down to me a phosphorising light piercing me and the time, it stood still I've heard from a neighbour, he saw them at home. They stood before his window watching him, so maybe they first want to study our life, yeah, they study our life. Before they get in contact with us they must know who we are. Do you know 'bout the U.F.O.'s maybe there's more life than we know what comes now? I am eager to know, will they come back and clear our doubts? Without a trace they came and left us in a mess Without a trace they came and left us in a mess |
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