The Triangle by Destructor
Entering the Saragasso
The mysterious sea of fear
An unexplainable calm
Something is growing near
No breeze can drive our ship
The thick seaweed holds us still
Disappear into the air
Not a trace left of a crew
[Chorus:]
A mystery surrounding the earth
We are not the first
Mahabharata will tell of this
Eyes are watching from the sky
That before the flood
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