Wykydtron (исполнитель: 3 Inches Of Blood)
In the year four thousand fifty five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future war When galaxies will [bad word] and fall to their knees It breaks free from its hold taking military control fate seen all across the world It takes hold of the Earth, breeding legions to his control Soon to seize all power in the sky Programmed to [bad word] Programmed to destroy Its brainwaves only wired for death It's wired to kill All on the Earth Nuclear bound - you'll fear his name Hey it's The Wykydtron It's The Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh! An army's formed to [bad word] the Earth Our creation, the master of our demise Humanity is doomed Fifteen years since creation's time, the war has turned to space Human kind has one chance left to turn the tides of fate Warheads are the only way to stop The Wykydtron Millions die, radiation blast from [bad word] Flesh, it peels away as all the people die This is the end of the human race Our creation [bad word] the master of our own demise We are drones We fooled ourselves We finally sealed our fate He it's the Wykydtron It's the Wykydtron Hey it's the Wykydtron Whoa-oh!