Cutting down the forest,
using all the land,
I’m little wizard
in a mana ramp
Terraforming worlds
Artifacts and elves
Summoning big shit
If you couldn’t tell
Searing spears and bolts of lightning
Directly to your face
Reigning fire from the mountains
All your plans erased
Shooting forth my frenzied goblins
All one drops with haste
There will be no next turn
You have earned your place
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