Wartime, early morning, and the Eldridge hit the waves
In quest for exploring if the cloak would wipe it out from the radar

Massive loads of highly magnetic equipment
to evolve a field of supercharging mirage
Commencing en route the switch of generators
Every man on board, make sure to show who's at the edge

Turn off your lanterns
And keep low, don't answer no questions
Get off the records
If we fail, this never was happening

There will be fog on the shore tonight
Who knows who will be there to watch and mistrust their eyes
Though unlikely, good ol' Albert's at our backs
and covering with theories of unified fields

Green haze emerging
Clutching in the sight of the Eldridge
High chief commanders
Watched in fear and maze on the void left

(green haze all around, covering all of the ship, nothing left to see, how can we retrieve it?)

No stir on the surface, only water, dark and wide
Seems like it went too well, since we can't locate our men, not a trace

No detection on the radar screen
No perceiving whatsoever, we were much too clever
Cease the power, call off everything
This has to be reworked, it's not our brains we want deceived

So, all fields turned off
And the ship reformed on the water
Off went the crewmen
All replaced to alter the rainbow

(turn it off, it's back, we must get back to work, the Philly project Rainbow is too great to abort now)

One week onward and we'll try this once more
All that malfunctioned should be solved out by now

On with the trimmed generators offshore
Once again dimmed out by green haze galore

A faint outline remained where they started
Barely seen at all, and then they parted
A flash of blue whiped out their being
Noone thought what they were seeing
Broke all the boundries known to man to date

Reappearing quite remote afar
Then by some undefined theory on quantum level
disappearing and returning home
Bringing with it crewmen, unexplainably diseased

Some turned out crazy
Noone did come out as before
Some strangely fused
to the hull, defying all logic

(gather the survivors, is there noone left sane? what are all these weldings? are we down with mystical powers?)

Noone could explain the scenery
The dark old sea still carrying a secret held so openly
Should the fog dismantle once, the state of truth is nigh