Siberian Meat Grinder: Metal Bear Stomp, CD
Siberian Meat Grinder: Metal Bear Stomp, CD
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Siberian Meat Grinder
Metal Bear Stomp
  • CD
  • Germany
Digipak
  • Destiny Records (2)
  • (Destiny-175)
  • 12 Tracks
  • EAN 4250137208992
  • M / M
  • used
  • sealed

tracks

1

Ruder Than Thou

03:19
2

Hunt The Steel

03:31
3

Metal Bear Stomp

03:10
4

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

03:20
5

No Way Back

03:06
6

Enter Bearface

01:20
7

No Sleep Till Hell

03:28
8

Style

03:47
9

Get Busy

03:21
10

Face The Clan 2017

03:31
11

Eternal Crusade

03:19
12

Walking Tall 2017

04:24

Credits

Backing vocals
  • Isk
  • Seva
  • Siberian Meat Grinder
  • Sick Vic
  • Ski Mask G
  • Tank
Bass
  • Dr.On
  • .
Cover
  • Sean Taggart
Design concept
  • Vladimir Siberian
Drums
  • Ches, Morbid Whip of Decay
Guitar
  • Maximillian the Merchant of Plague
  • Mikhail
  • Yuriy the Bloody Nomad
  • .
Lyrics by
Music by
Recorded by
  • .
  • Arkady Navaho
Mixed by
  • Arkady Navaho
Mastered by
  • Arkady Navaho
Vocals
  • Vladimir Siberian

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