One last re-recording before the RPM Challenge craziness begins. This was written during Spring Break in 1998 and recorded as part of my fake-late-RPM attempt in 2007. I like this song a lot, but I've never been quite able to get it sounding…

25 - An Empty House =================== silent thoughts in an empty house stringman has come stringman has come to stay It is the Stringman It comes to the place you've invited It into touches your souls It destroys all It touches…

26 - Right of Center ==================== i should have known i should have figured this out before now irony and cliche the death's kiss i should have figured this out before now ... that i still wanted this ...and i should have…

27 - Southbound =============== and god won't care if i go south the apple rotted in my mouth there is nothing that remains nothing makes this right again and you all scrape my skin today concrete my choice to go away enforce my hurt…

virtual cello improvisation

Das ist der 8.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 3.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 1.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 2.Song von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Das ist der 7.Song (FEAT. Markus) von dem 2.Album "Dunkle Herrscher des Todes" von Mordant In Flesh.

Can you feel my heart instrumental version

28 - Abandon Me =============== goodbye happiness goodbye dreams goodbye everything i hoped for you and me // everything we've wandered through // everything we've seen // (abandon me, abandon me) // every struggle that ensued…

Vocals, Lead Melody, Lyrics: Mike Basil Guitars: Henry Mittnacht & Bobby Clohessy Bass: Mark Bowen Drums: Todd Vierra Music & Production: Steffen Offermann

29 - My Darkest Place ===================== this is my darkest place my light has gone away this was my final stand these damned word coming from a broken man // love...warmth... // everything is gone // light...hope.. // everything…

No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape. This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…