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["The Devil's Triangle"]
Tell the press that we can't say more
There's nothing that we know 'bout for sure
What has happened 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
["Atlantis"]
Drowned in the sea, some thousand years ago
We searched for ages for the place
But no one 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
["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
Without a Trace was written by Peter Wagner (Rage).
Without a Trace was produced by Armin Sabol.
Rage released Without a Trace on Fri Aug 25 1989.