Sabbat
Mourning Has Broken
Without A Trace
Radio voice: Calling tower. This is an emergency
We seem to be off course
We cannot see land
Repeat, we cannot see land
Tower: What is your position?
Radio voice: We are not sure of our position
We cannot be sure where we
Are... we seem to be lost
Tower: Assume bearing due west
Radio voice: We don't know which way is west
Everything is wrong... strange
We can't be sure of any direction
Even the ocean doesn't look like it
Should......
On and on they fall
Prey to the triangle
Pulled within
And never see again
December 5th 45
Flight 19 has flown
Five T.B.M. Bombers
On a voyage to oblivion
Disorientation
The loss of contact
Instrumental malfunction
As the flight path defects
"Don't come after me"
"Don't come after me"
One by one they've gone
From beneath the sun
Pulled within
And never see again
Later on that fateful day
The rescue mission tries
To reach the location
Of the five avengers
Disorientation
The loss of contact
Instrumental malfunction
As the flight path defects
Lost without a trace
Vanished in inner space
Time has no bearing
When the white out begins
Silently
Slip beneath the sea
Twenty seven people left
But at what cost?
One thousand have since joined
The limbo of the lost
Lost without a trace
Vashined in inner space
On and on they fall
Prey to the triangle
Pulled within
And never see again