Mass Genocide Process: Poetry Of The Damned, 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
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Mass Genocide Process
Poetry Of The Damned

  • 12" Maxi Single (Vinyl)
  • Czech Republic
gatefold sleeve, limited edition of 525 copies on grey vinyl, includes download card, Crust from the Czech Republic
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  • 8 Tracks
  • no barcode
  • M / M
  • used
  • still sealed

tracks

A1

Temple Of Mist

A2

Poetry Of The Damned

A3

Genocide Angels

A4

World Of Contrast

B1

Cespool Of Depression

B2

Silence Of Eternity

B3

My New Time

B4

At The End Of The Road

Credits

Bass
  • Jakub
Voice
  • Jakub
  • Roman "Massgenocide"
Drums
  • Bohdan "Massgenocide"
Guitar
  • Karel
  • Roman "Massgenocide"

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