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.
All I love with Napalm Death anno 1986-1989, especially the punk energy, is summerized in "Take aim". Wormrot of course stands on its own. Amazing. whaleheart