Without a Trace - Rage

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

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 it’s 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

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