November Gale by Sjöhäxan

November 2, 1868 - In keeping to resolutions set by my dearest wife and in avoidance of any further degradation of my health, I rose early to stroll the nearby seacoast, a stones throw from the shanty. I found the fresh air favorable in spite of the bitter chill, though the waves were of a wild sort, and it seemed the gulls still slept. I know now why their cries were stilled this morn, for what I chanced upon that cursed beach was beyond our world. My God… I thought myself rid of these anxieties. I cannot seem to cleanse my spirit from the wickedness I have spied, entangled in the sea-weeds and rotten debris.

By God, a hand! A wretched hand, somehow severed from its owner. I bore witness not to the deed but to the fruition of such evil. Yet, how fiendish in its appearance, blackened and gray, perhaps not from decay but was it always so? Did I gaze upon some dark magic? Where once rushed blood, now makes home to crawling critters, the flesh a nest for the crustaceans, by God I cannot think of it anymore. Please God take these thoughts from me, and let me bear this burden no more as it drives me to madness.

Tapes available at
https://fiadh.bandcamp.com/album/november-gale

Tracklist

1.	washed up on the shore	5:05

2.	on contemplating mortality	8:22

3.	crustacean shelter	2:46

4.	blood beneath fingernail	5:36

5.	my wife my dear, im always here	5:24

6.	dance of the crabs	4:17

7.	i look for tomorrow	3:30

8.	wedding band of kelp	6:16

9.	to the sea she returns	5:53

Credits

released December 30, 2022

Music & art by Sjöhäxan.

Couldn't have done this without the great encouragement and support from lulu, dreichmere, and the people at melkor's. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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