A. Ii. Nostromo by Gauntlet
Awaken from the hypersleep
No one knows�why are we so far from home
Mother, can you tell me?
�Save Our Souls��or a kind of warning?
We were told to answer any call
Landing on a wicked world
There�s no evidence of life
Inside this hostile atmosphere
The vision is so frightening
Let�s get the hell outta here
Beneath a layer of blue mist
Let me enlighten this�
I can�t believe my eyes
Something is moving inside
Suddenly, his face is captured
By an alien incubation
We can�t remove it from his skin
It�s impossible to kill
Around his throat
Like the hangman�s rope
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