Scoured these barren lands.
Stripped dead by vultures' hands.
Skies a darker grey,
and at their hands our minds decay.
Lockdown
Concrete Lockdown
We'll pick them clean to the bone,
reclaim this meagre throne.
Only then they'll come to know.
The iron jackals.
We are iron jackals.
Bastard iron jackals.
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020