Battleride Songtext
von Primitive Graven Image

Groaning earthlings,
Lingering suffering,
Abominal beings,
Blinded sight,
Atrocity among men.


Ride into battle,
One must emerge!
The strongest.
Glorious.

Earth shall find its way,
Time will tell its plan,
Weapons will be layed.

No longer they shall strive,
No longer we shall suffer,
Sight restored!
Battleride!

Earth will find its way!
Time will tell its plan!