1. Corporeous Prodromus
2. Hayes (1941)
3. Son of the Soil
4. Ezra (1943)
5. Angel of Anthracite
6. Sanguine
7. Sawtooth Oak
8. Omen
1. Corporeous Prodromus
2. Hayes (1941)
3. Son of the Soil
4. Ezra (1943)
5. Angel of Anthracite
6. Sanguine
7. Sawtooth Oak
8. Omen
Hayes Sutton and Ezra Hunter were born under the Tennessee skies of arcadia, approximately two hours by destination and two years apart. Around the first heat wave, welcoming the summer of 1965, the couple would cross paths in Sawtooth Oak, the immense field where their romance was established. Ultimately, Hayes and Ezra would become inseparable, looking forward to a future similar to many of their small town’s residents. With hopes of a quaint life filled by children of their own, acres of aprication, and promises of protecting one another under any circumstance, their daydreams consumed them towards the end of June.
Born on August 14th, 1941, Hayes was delivered to the Suttons through a home birth in Pulaski. Hayes’ parents, Everett and Adelaide, welcomed their first and only child in the same bed where he was conceived. As for the Suttons, they were probably not prepared to have a baby boy of their own, as they could barely afford groceries outside of Everett’s cut from the crops he produced as a local farmer. If it was worth anything, Adelaide would be able to provide all the love in the world to her son, or would even starve if it meant that Hayes could grow into a strong and healthy man. To her likeness, he would do exactly that even if she never got to see the progression into his early adulthood years. That’s at least what she said in the note, left by his bedside, in the morning following his father’s expiration.
From a young age, starting around five years old, Hayes would follow Everett around their land, quickly picking up on the different crop rotations and tools that were used to harvest each. Hayes was always infatuated by the way his father would swing the sickle for reaping the grass, exposing the soil, readying it for each seasons’ seed planting. Until he became twelve years of age, Everett would never let him participate in any process, other than gathering the produce or watering the grass, because of the hazards that could arise from the machinery. Although always taking precautions around his son, Everett in his solace, would sometimes forget about the dangers that could be inflicted upon his own self while at work. Sometimes he would come in for supper with scratches on his face from the scythe getting far too close whilst winding up, occasionally even limping into the kitchen from the slam of an overfilled, wooden vegetation basket onto his foot, because he was an impatient man that wanted to get everything done at once.
In the early evening’s haze of a crisp, mid-December dawn, Everett would be pronounced dead in a catastrophic scene. While Hayes was inside, prepping the dinner table with silverware and plates for his parents, Adelaide would have to go outside searching for Everett, in frustration, for not coming to eat after the bell echoed through the acres. In the distance, she heard the sputtering of their tractor’s engine, which probably masked the sound of the ringing coming from the back porch of their home. He wouldn’t typically be using machinery as such around five o’clock, but she figured he may have been trying to work later as their harvests were not as profuse in the wintertime; he was always a provider before anything. As she got closer to Everett, she witnessed a thick, all-engulfing cloud of grey smoke before seeing his body softer than ever. Immediately, she hastily bolted towards him, screaming and begging to God upon her arrival to the scene. Sliding through the thick, mudded field, which was the primary cause of the tractor crushing atop of the only man she’s ever loved, she saw Everett’s skull smashed in, coated in a sappy, black fluid from the diesel’s spillage as a result of the crash.
The two days leading up to the death of Hayes’ father brought torrential rainfall, which had its benefits and drawbacks. Everett wasn’t able to do much work, besides minute tasks like the gathering Hayes would enjoy as a youngin, but at least more time was spent together than not towards the Sutton’s ruination. However, once the land gets practically flooded, it always was a stressor as it indicated denser agendas for workdays thereafter. The fields would become essentially swamp-like, making operating equipment arduous as seen with Everett. While working that day, the tractor's wheel had become stuck in the sludge. With no other option than to spin the back wheels in an uncontrollable manner, hoping for their release, it eventually led to the tractor tipping on top of him due to the uneven weight of the muck’s grip. He was dead upon impact and had been there hours before being found.
Adelaide became catatonic into the night, until she made her decision. Hayes was aware of the effect this had on his mother, especially since she had been the one to find his father in that traumatizing state. He was obviously at a loss for words, besides those to console her, knowing he would now be deemed the man of the household around seventeen years old. However, he didn’t realize he would be the last of Sutton's lineage until finding a frantically scribbled note his mother left him the next morning. It was an apologetic entry, summarizing how much she was proud of the man was becoming, emphasizing that she wouldn’t be doing this if she knew he couldn’t take care of himself, and that the pain was just too much to bear. Close to midnight, making sure Hayes was sound asleep, she stepped out into the front pasture of their home contemplating which passenger's vehicle would cause her the least amount of suffering. Since it was late, there weren’t many people driving by, so she settled on a cobalt blue, beaten up truck that indicated a drunk was probably already one to drive it. Who else would trail blazing down their road at a time like this? Hoping the motorist was piss drunk, out of their mind, she acted as a deer in headlights, as she leaped in front and was flung into the ditch on the opposite side of the street. To whoever was behind the wheel, that’s all she was to them as they continued on their way.
It was April 28th, 1943, when Ezra joined the world as an angel to Willow and Banks. The Hunters resided near Sawtooth Oak, about two hours away from the Suttons. Born into a family with a mother, similar to Adelaide, and a coal mining father, Ezra grew up in the home where she and Hayes would eventually call their own. From the day she was first brought back from the hospital, she was attached to her mother’s hip. Ezra seemed to never have as strong of a bond with Banks, as he was always working from sunrise to sunset at the mine, even though he loved her just as much. The mine he worked at was a few miles away, located on Rust Road, so the absence after strenuous days of rigorous work made his heart grow fonder when he came home to his loves.
Willow made sure to teach Ezra all the basics of home making, something she wanted her daughter to instill and master as she grew into a family of her own. Together they would pitch the clothesline with the fresh, jasmine scented garments hand washed minutes before. The two would make meals, but preparing a classic Sunday dinner, after attending church, for the only day the Hunters were usually together, was something they looked forward to after each week’s closure. That was until Banks' health began to decline after the continued inhalation of anthracite at the mine for an ongoing number of years. Ezra would begin to have sporadic Tuesdays or Fridays with her father when he was unable to get out of bed, which was worrisome but comforting to her to see more of his presence in the latter years of her emerging adulthood. His cough would echo down the hallway, sometimes rumbling the floorboards, spitting his dark phlegm into a styrofoam cup, conglomerating together on his nightstand.
A month within his ongoing conditions, Willow would have to begin to be the one to drive Banks to work every waking morning. Heavier workloads in the house started to fall onto Ezra, as her mother would be gone for hours at a time; Willow felt more free than ever though. Now having more moments to herself, she would be able to run to the farmer’s markets without the occasional complaining coming from her daughter, passengerside. Her least favorite errand though was having to pick up her husband’s prescriptions from the only pharmacy in town, the opposite direction in which they lived. Ezra would now have to do all the dishes after their hearty breakfasts were prepared, scrubbing the sludge of the runny egg yolks with an ounce of resentment. Expected to have lunch prepared when Willow arrived back home, Ezra would make tomato sandwiches with mayonnaise almost every day as groceries started to become more scarce since more money was being spent on gas and drugs now.
It was early May, ten days after Ezra’s nineteenth birthday, when Banks collapsed in the caves on Rust Road. Willow received the phone call from the site’s supervisor, teardrops slowly streaming down her cheekbones, landing upon her chestnut brown hair strands at her collarbone. She became hysterical, not knowing the extent to which her husband’s health had taken a toll, wondering if he had just been in a mining accident, praying he just needed to have another Tuesday in bed to further recover. Snatching the keys, crumpling up the paper bag of pharmaceuticals with her grip, she threw on her shoes, and bolted to the steering wheel without looking back to extend her love to Ezra. Once Willow arrived, she scampered to the entry of the worksite and met with the man who had called her prior, not remembering his name. Midway through their conversation, his attention suddenly became divided when another miner came running towards him in distress.
That morning would be the last Ezra had with the rest of the Hunters. The last memory of her father would be his breath, hot and coffee scented upon her cheek, as he kissed her goodbye for what was supposed to be just a few hours. Her mother’s would haunt her, no final reconciliation of her affection as she slipped out the front door for the final time. Around 2:17pm, no longer than ten minutes after Willow had arrived for Banks, the coal mine detonated. Not fully aware of the initial reason why her mother fled out to begin with, it was never as serious as what she had imagined. Expecting their return home soon, an overcoming thump shook the floorboards beneath her in a more alarming manner than her father’s cough ever did. Figuring it may have been an earthquake, which she had never experienced, that thought was combated by a barrier-breaking bang. Turning on the family’s radio system, an announcement that followed was not one of a natural disaster, but one that instated and confirmed that her parents were deceased before an actual confirmation.
Alienated, Hayes and Ezra would encounter one another in Sawtooth Oak in May of 1965, at the end of spring’s lease in an early summer breeze. With something in common, a tragic backstory they were unaware that each other shared until weeks after meeting, they were more consumed with drowning out their thoughts for the past few years. After Hayes’ parents passed, he tried to tend to the farmland until it became all too much. He started to become something of an alcoholic, similar to the one that struck his mother. When he was unable to deal with the sorrow that was trapped within that household, he decided to just drive through Tennessee in the truck that once belonged to Everett. Pulaski was no longer “home” to him. Ezra would try to mask her feelings with spontaneous rendezvous with the men around town. With no care of jeopardizing her livelihood, she would swap men like the milk cartons she put on her porch at the start of each week. Trading one out for another, she would get around town in different trucks she would never be seen more than once within. That was until she met Hayes.
The day the couple met, Ezra was headed into the city’s center until dropped off on the side of the road by a man that wanted more than she could offer him. He pulled over on the side of the road and insisted she eject herself from the passenger side. She was reminded of the times where she would be in the same position, across from her mother, arguing over not wanting to make another pit stop along the way home, except Willow would’ve never left her vulnerable like that. Rather than hitchhiking, she decided she didn’t need to rely on a man anyway, so she headed towards Sawtooth Oak. As the sun began to swap positions with the moon, Hayes was passing through, and saw her beautiful brunette locks shining under the amaretto skyline, with her hands grazing ever so slightly against the barbed wire barrier of the field.
Unattentive to the road, he noticed the Sawtooth Sambars football field on the other side of the road from where Ezra was strolling by. Pulling into a dirt patch nearby, where the local high schoolers would sneak to after the Friday night football games to be delinquents, he saw empty handles, weathering cigarette packets, and a few rusting lawn chairs that’ve been there since before Ezra attended the school. It was property that the school had intended on expanding upon until the funding was out of their reach. Now a place where education meant learning how to kiss, how to hold your liquor, or how to whatever else happened in that immense field. Hayes took a rest after driving for a couple hours, until Ezra tapped on the windowpane of Everett’s truck, minutes after he began to doze off. He looked around the same age as her, but she wondered why she didn’t recognize him. Maybe he was a few grades above her or maybe he transferred to the school after she had dropped out to help her family; neither was true as he was always homeschooled. Hayes woke up to what would usually be a nightmarish situation, but in front of him was the same girl he had just seen a couple hundred yards ago. From this day, the two never felt alone again.
Hayes would drive her home that night, and slip into the bed as if he had the housekeys in his front pocket all along. Throughout the beginning of summer, she would show him around town, but their favorite place would be that dirt patch where they met by accident. Hayes and Ezra could’ve been high school sweethearts, and nobody knew any different anyway. The forest filled with sycamores, the pines lined along the stream, and the overgrown grass, further past where the tires indented the clay, learned everything about them under that shimmering sun.
Released December 12, 2025
The Debut Album by Damháin
An immersive, dark ambient, drone project conceptualized by Devin Marshall - the face behind Damháin.
Last Living Angels is comprised of 8 tracks
Total Duration - 1 hour & 2 minutes
Inspiration for this album was found within the natural soundscapes that Devin surrounded himself within, while producing the work between the summer of 2024 into the fall of 2025. Field recordings used were sourced anywhere from his home down in Georgia, on back porches in Florida, through the industrial sites of New York, and wherever else that he happened to hear something that peaked his interest.
This volume is intended to be a prologue to a story much bigger than can be revealed to you now. Here, you can read the original concept written and developed by Devin Marshall for the world of Damháin.
You’ll meet Hayes and Ezra somewhere in the middle of Tennessee and will learn about their tragic backstories, eventually leading them to one another in Sawtooth Oak.
Devin Marshall is the artist currently known as Damháin.
He spent his childhood growing up in Georgia, naturally shaping his southern gothic aesthetic. Within his formative years, he grew up on somewhat of an abandoned farm. Devin would often spend his time exploring his decaying barn, acres of land, and found contentment growing up with a quiet life as such. Within this stillness, from a young age, he would become enticed with the droning sounds that surrounded him. Devin would sleep with the overhead bathroom fan on next to his room to hear the hums through the wall - he would sit in front of his grandmother’s VHS television and be allured by the whir of the static and the imagery it possessed - he would wait for the air vent to push out more AC in between its breaks, so he could hear the wind within his home. The natural soundscapes around him have always enthralled him in a certain manner; maybe it was something he learned to love out of pure boredom, or maybe it was pushing him somewhere to here along.
In 2024, Devin would move to New York City, after being scouted by modeling agencies, leaving behind everything he’s ever known. Here, he would romanticize Georgia, until it eventually turned into a conceptual project based off of a fork in the road in his hometown. Originally meant to be a horror short film trilogy, commenting on the isolation of rurality, dreamed up between him and his friends in 2020, is what soon became the introductory piece of Damháin’s work, Last Living Angels.
1. Corporeous Prodromus
2. Hayes (1941)
3. Son of the Soil
4. Ezra (1943)
5. Angel of Anthracite
6. Sanguine
7. Sawtooth Oak
8. Omen
availble to stream everywhere now
YOUTUBE
TUMBLR
TIKTOK
CONTACT FORM
© Damháin Records