Black Squall by SjΓΆhΓ€xan
Tracklist
1. | the log book | 3:26 |
2. | bound to the cord | 5:48 |
3. | moonlit mooring | 3:58 |
4. | the crooked mast | 2:29 |
5. | sodden specter | 4:34 |
6. | the mud bugler | 3:35 |
7. | a fog rolls in | 4:46 |
8. | seven bells | 3:50 |
9. | stonewort heart | 4:01 |
Credits
released May 2, 2025
2nd november, 1832, 2:00
course N87 W, distance- 125m
latitude 47Β° 30βS, longitude 87Β° 20βW
i have but a moment to take note of the eveβs ruminations before the hour of reckoning approaches. winds from the southeast have carried us to the accursed cove, a hairs breadth from the evil that lurks in its black maw. the Margarete cannot withstand the approaching storm, her hull buckling and moaning with the unsavory squall of yesternight. the hag has always kept Her unsavory promises, but the sailor i mean to exchange for Her odious charms, the one i would leave bound upon Her cloistered shores, is green. only a boy, an unsalted deckhand. alas She has chosen him, Her mark left in blackened blood on the doomed ladβs coffer. his last eve was spent moored at the crooked mast, and i assured his cup was never empty. poor ladβ¦only a boy. surely his sacrifice will assure passage through these tempestuous waters, preserving the life of my men. what is one boy to the life of many? and what is sacrifice if not a necessary evil to sate these higher powers? for the Lord taketh away, but so doth the Devil.
Piano, vocals & art by SjΓΆhΓ€xan.
sjohaxan.bandcamp.com
instagram.com/sjo.haxan
2nd november, 1832, 2:00
course N87 W, distance- 125m
latitude 47Β° 30βS, longitude 87Β° 20βW
i have but a moment to take note of the eveβs ruminations before the hour of reckoning approaches. winds from the southeast have carried us to the accursed cove, a hairs breadth from the evil that lurks in its black maw. the Margarete cannot withstand the approaching storm, her hull buckling and moaning with the unsavory squall of yesternight. the hag has always kept Her unsavory promises, but the sailor i mean to exchange for Her odious charms, the one i would leave bound upon Her cloistered shores, is green. only a boy, an unsalted deckhand. alas She has chosen him, Her mark left in blackened blood on the doomed ladβs coffer. his last eve was spent moored at the crooked mast, and i assured his cup was never empty. poor ladβ¦only a boy. surely his sacrifice will assure passage through these tempestuous waters, preserving the life of my men. what is one boy to the life of many? and what is sacrifice if not a necessary evil to sate these higher powers? for the Lord taketh away, but so doth the Devil.
Piano, vocals & art by SjΓΆhΓ€xan.
sjohaxan.bandcamp.com
instagram.com/sjo.haxan