| Song | The Triangle |
| Artist | Deceased |
| Album | Blueprints for Madness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Deceased | |
| 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? |
| zuo qu : Deceased | |
| 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? |
| zuò qǔ : Deceased | |
| 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? |