The Rats Tango

[Verse 1]
A vessel made of wood so old,
Drifting on a sea so cold.
The guillemots cried,
A ship where all the men had died,
Where rats danced side by side.

[Instrumental Solo]

[Chorus]
Winter, and the sun is rising.
Cold November, and the days are short.
The wind is blowing,
Cold, it's so cold.

Oh Yeah

[Verse 2]
Upon the rotten timber, white with salt,
Beneath the torn and fallen sail,
A letter clutched in a hand so pale.
Words written in love on paper thin,
Proclaiming his longing to touch her skin.
Every deep thought shared from within,
Now stolen by the bitter wind.
Swallowed by salt and endless tide,
The ocean's mouth has opened wide.

[Chorus]
Winter, and the sun is rising.
Cold November, and the days are short.
The wind is blowing,
Cold, it's so cold.

[Instrumental Solo]

[Verse 3]
Sad words of plague travel fast,
A merchant mariner's tale of pestilence past.
Dressed in rags, a woman by the harbor stone,
The cold wind whispers word from a man unknown.

[Instrumental Solo]

[Verse 4]
The fog rolls thick, a heavy, freezing shroud,
As shadows gather beneath the cloud.
Old men build their altars out of driftwood grain,
Women and children scream in agony and pain.
The harbor bell starts its hollow ring,
As the rats of death begin to cling.

[Outro]
Winter, and the sun is dying.
On this cold November.
Guillemots crying,
The wind is blowing,
Cold, it's so cold.

Symphonic progressive metal, heavy melodic guitars, cinematic keyboards, polyrhythms, changing tempos, long instrumental bridges, emotional high-pitched vocals. Grand, intricate, powerful., male vocal, choir on the chorus