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Phobos: / phobostheband https://phobos-metalband.bandcamp.com/ / phobos-metalband https://www.phobos-metalband.com Recorded by Stefan Gaćeša i Dejan Sredić - 3x2 Studio / 3x2music Produced by: Stefan Šijaković Director of photography: Maja Planinac / glavomkrozzid Camera operators: Maja & Beat Assistant: Marjan Vrhovac, Anja Turanski / asocijalni.piksel Director/post: Nebojša Nenadić Beat With participation of Hristina Šormaz / cirkusfera.org Gear support: Kosta Martinović Lyrics: Come forth, you all bare it That whats done is never done And the noise seems to leave us Leave us no comfort There's nothing left unturned As i keep up with my gaze And the noise seems to leave me Leave me no comfort Too sore to know That i have done all this before Well don't grow cold The flesh will remember As i construct and dismember All must be judged As everything falls down to my touch Endless, this whirlwind act of mine I know your cliffs won't stop me From poisoning what's behind Come forth, you all bare it That whats done is never done And the noise seems to leave us Leave us no comfort There's nothing left unturned As i keep up with my gaze And the noise seems to leave me Leave me no comfort Burning bodies leaves nothing for the dead Collect it all, store it within, wild but silent trap But if you are static the turn is mine And it forces my eyes, it forces my eyes A misty shore or a heart kept terrain Why is time so cruel? Decayed, in embrace of the frostbite The blood that pumps, its mine with pride The flesh will remember As i construct and dismember