Welcome to an empty fortress. A mighty wreck that once was proud. Ate alive by oxidation. Abandoned by a crew of cowards. Navigation systems failed. Computers crashed and they all fall down. Possibly I've seen too much. Hangar 18 I know too much. All the guilty paid the price. Suspended by their broken necks. No one survived to tell the story. When foreign life forms resurrect. And military intelligence is. Still two words that can't make sense. Possibly I've seen too much. Hangar 18 I know too much.