[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] [Haunting ocean wind fades into crying guitar bends, erupting into screaming pinch harmonics and twin-lead harmonies] [Verse 1] December fourth in seventy-two Off the Azores in the ocean swell A two-masted brigantine running cold With a phantom tale that no man can tell! Dei Gratia spots her drifting slow Sails half-furled in the winter breeze Boarding party walks the silent wood A ghost adrift on the open seas! Breakfast standing on the captain's floor No sign of fear, no broken door! [Pre-Chorus] Gone without a trace in the morning gray! A seaworthy vessel that drifted away! Logbook open, the shadows fled A mystery written among the dead! [Chorus] Mary Celeste! Drifting all alone! Lost out there in the dark unknown! No mark of struggle, no sight of blood! Drowned in a silent Atlantic flood! Why did they run to an ocean grave Leaving the ship that was made to save? [High-register gritty vocal scream, dive bomb with whammy bar vibrato] [Verse 2] Alcohol sealed in the dark below Vapor expansion or sudden fright? The lifeboat missing across the foam Vanished into the freezing night! Chronometer gone, the pumps are dry Rigging intact to the open sky A hundred years of the cold and frost The riddle of ten poor sailors lost! [Pre-Chorus] Gone without a trace in the morning gray! A seaworthy vessel that drifted away! Logbook open, the shadows fled A mystery written among the dead! [Chorus] Mary Celeste! Drifting all alone! Lost out there in the dark unknown! No mark of struggle, no sight of blood! Drowned in a silent Atlantic flood! Why did they run to an ocean grave Leaving the ship that was made to save? [Guitar Solo] [Massive arena drums with gated snare, heavy driving bass groove] [Slow bluesy bend crying through wah-wah pedal, building into rapid neoclassical arpeggio sweeps] [Screaming pinch harmonics and twin-guitar harmonies soaring into dive bombs and sustained feedback] [Chorus] Mary Celeste! Drifting all alone! Lost out there in the dark unknown! No mark of struggle, no sight of blood! Drowned in a silent Atlantic flood! Why did they run to an ocean grave Leaving the ship that was made to save? [Outro] Ghost on the water... Lost in the deep... [Soaring high-register vocal scream sustaining over thunderous Marshall chords, fading out on a heavy gated drum roll and howling wind]
