Harvesters, sharp saws, all machines on guard.
Flights neglected management of forest resources,
It showed the power of nature.
Heaps of wood that no one ever processes rot to dust.
The bare plains, the homeless animals flee under the wheels of destiny.
One hundred years of work will not replace the efforts of our ancestors.
Absolute banger of a track, opens with some punky riffs before descending into spazzy grindcore madness. Can't recommend this band enough. Albooty Poopy