This world... breeds warmachines, this world... will be the end of eternity.
Embody this mind as I rise beyond divine, my morbid thoughts will come alive.

Chorus; And when the time has come, I will meet my maker. We we seen the future come, the machinery has won.
There will be no future, the future is now! There is no space left to our souls. It s a fake world, a plane dimension.

Chorus; And when the time has come, I will meet my maker. We we seen the future come, the machinery has won.
In my veins runs oil with flames, meet your overlord - The Electro God. Built to last -forever, forget your dreams, I m coming down.
This world, is a war-machine. This world, will be the end of eternity. My thoughts is of the purest, this will put mankind to test.

Chorus; And when the time has come, I will meet my maker. We we seen the future come, the machinery has won.
Technological suicide they please, maybe a non-existing virus - a decease...