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 its face

Artificial eyes – artificial breath
Travelling through time – artificial death
Machine – running through the fire
Machine – running through the fire

Not a thought inside its 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