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