Soul Collector - Alien Creatures (Dedicated To Peter Tagtgren) | Текст песни

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• Alien Creatures (Dedicated To Peter Tagtgren)

A bright light shines through the window.
A shadow grabs me by the hand.
A blow and I lose consciousness.
I'm dragged feet first to an aircraft.
I finally wake up.
I'm chained to a table.
Metal shackles
tightly pull together my limbs.

A bright green light I see.
Vile creatures standing next to me.
A mask is on my face.
I see a sharp object
they cut my stomach open.
I can see them
take out my gut.
Take out all my insides.
This alien creature.

I can not feel my arms and legs.
the creatures sawed my skull.
Studied my brain.
shocked me,
cut off my penis,
distorted outwork.
I'm still alive,
but I want to die.

Alien creaturees
poured into my filthy veines.
My body bleeding from the wounds.
They do not want me to die.
I am just their experiment.
My body to explore.
Explore to explore.