[Intro] [1980s gothic hair metal, 118 BPM driving 4/4 arena groove, roaring Marshall tube-overdrive guitars with wah-wah accents, heavy pumping bass and thunderous drums, massive gated reverb, sustained feedback] [Howling storm wind fades into weeping dual-guitar harmonies, heavy dive bomb into roaring arena beat] [Verse 1] November gale is howling cold and grim Across the inland ocean's black domain Seven hundred feet of iron and bone Locked in a nightmare of freezing rain Taconite pellets down below the floor Pounding through the screaming wall of foam Radar broken in the blinding squall Fifteen miles away from reaching home! [Pre-Chorus] Blind survival in the crushing spray! The Witch of November tears the steel away! Whitefish Point was just a reach ahead Swallowed in the darkness of the dead! [Chorus] Lake Superior, the cold fresh water grave! No survivors underneath the wave! Twenty-nine souls in the frozen deep Where the iron titans fall asleep! The church bells chime through the winter chill Twenty-nine times on the distant hill! [High-register gritty vocal scream, dual-guitar harmony bend] [Verse 2] Lights flicker out against the icy mast No distress call fighting through the blast Thirty-foot breakers crashing on the deck Twin rogue giants tearing at the wreck Steel snapped clean beneath the massive sound Five hundred feet down into the ground! [Pre-Chorus] Blind survival in the crushing spray! The Witch of November tears the steel away! Whitefish Point was just a reach ahead Swallowed in the darkness of the dead! [Chorus] Lake Superior, the cold fresh water grave! No survivors underneath the wave! Twenty-nine souls in the frozen deep Where the iron titans fall asleep! The church bells chime through the winter chill Twenty-nine times on the distant hill! [Guitar Solo] [Massive gated drums, galloping arena bass groove] [Crying blues guitar solo with wide expressive bends and screaming pinch harmonics] [Yngwie-style rapid arpeggios exploding into twin-lead harmonies and screaming dive bombs with howling feedback] [Chorus] Lake Superior, the cold fresh water grave! No survivors underneath the wave! Twenty-nine souls in the frozen deep Where the iron titans fall asleep! The church bells chime through the winter chill Twenty-nine times on the distant hill! [Outro] The inland sea... Twenty-nine souls... [Soaring high-register vocal scream sustained over thunderous power chords, ending on a final crashing gated chord and ringing bell echo]
