The Ghostly Fight 513 Lyrics

In 1954, from Aachen it flew,

Santiago Flight 513, with a clear blue view,

Bound for Brazil, across the sky so wide,

But somewhere in the clouds, it took a ghostly ride.

Where did it go? No one knew,

For 35 years, it vanished from view,

A flight through time, a mystery so grand,

Skeletons aboard when it finally did land.

Porto Alegre, it touched down one day,

Engines still running, but no words to say,

The passengers, the crew, all bones in their seats,

A chilling return, defying logic's beats.

Did it slip through a portal, a tear in the sky?

Caught in a loop, where the rules don't apply?

Or was it the work of some unknown force,

Guiding the plane on a different course?

No records, no trace, no answer to find,

Just stories and whispers that echo through time,

Santiago 513, a legend now told,

Of a flight that returned from the grip of the cold.

Where did it go? No one knew,

For 35 years, it vanished from view,

A flight through time, a mystery so grand,

Skeletons aboard when it finally did land.

So next time you fly, and you're up in the air,

Remember this tale, and handle with care,

For the skies hold secrets, and time can bend,

Who knows where a flight might come to an end