Battlebred: The Power of Industry

Yeah! Engines growl and turbines spin. Earth's veins rumble deep within.

Methane thunder cracks the ground. Hydrocarbons wail, anomalies resound. Mr.

West cracks the sky in two. The Mad Conductor's coming through. Whirlwind Willie rides

up north. Rod's awesome might holds back the gorge. The switchers scream,

"We've hit full force!" We are battleground, born to push.

Wrenches turn and turbines rush. Glick old fury benzine unbound. Williams' crew,

we are battlebred. We are battlebred. High voltage flies from Wickens' eyes. One-eyed Jack meets

his demise. A-Rod the crows beware. He tames the pressure none could