Welcome to your endtime-war
This is not a dream
A nameless traveler

Appears naked on the scene
Human flesh and scanning eyes
The only vivid trace

Steel as bones inside
A machine behind it's face


Artificial eyes ? artificial breath
Travelling through time ? artificial death


Machine ? running through the fire
Machine ? running through the fire


Not a thought inside it's head
Nor a sentiment
Only bits and bytes

A machine cannot repent

The leader of the underground

Will be given birth
By S.C., [so] she must be found
And dragged away from earth


Artificial eyes...


Target better hide
He's always on the hunt
T-800 knows no sleep

And Arnie did the stunts

Solo: P