Columbus wrote of awful things, as he fortook the seas

And many men have spoke of doom, aboard the Flight 19

The devil's home, some do preach, a force beyond this world

A secret time, that's part of us, a place that is no good

Explain the missing men, lost throughout the years

And all the missing planes, snatched from out of the sky

The triangle, the legend lives, a tale for all to read

An unknown force, that makes us trust,

The horrors we can't see

And what of the soldiers? Astray from their ships

As over 100 are gone

For where are the answers, to all that is "odd"?

Turning all science undone

Has alien life, within our time, marked the planet Earth?

Do UFO's come and go, lighting up our sky?

Do they search and steal, for their own world,

The bodies of our kind?

And do we know, just who to trust,

What's real, and what are lies?

The sea erupts, the sky goes black, the air is numb,

The wind is full, but can't we see, are we blind?

Some time has passed since the last tale,

Of the triangle's disease

But as before, the doom will fall, unto the haunted seas

The triangle!!!

Is this the porthole through time?

Is this the center of mind?

For what has caused this to be?

For now the other world sleeps,

But just how soon 'til the unknown returns to feed?