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Lyrics
[Verse]
The wind it howled like a beast unchained
Cold November skies wept bitter rain
A ship so proud
Now a ghost in the deep
The lake it keeps what it vows to keep
[Chorus]
The gales of November
They tear and they moan
The last we heard
"We’re holding our own"
Twenty-nine souls swallowed by the storm
In the heart of Superior
Where the waters deform
[Verse 2]
The Arthur M. Anderson called through the night
A silence answered
No beacon
No light
Steel bends and breaks where no man can stand
The lake holds its secrets
A grave made of sand
[Prechorus]
The waves they rise
The heavens they cry
No stars to guide
Just a blackened sky
[Chorus]
The gales of November
They tear and they moan
The last we heard
"We’re holding our own"
Twenty-nine souls swallowed by the storm
In the heart of Superior
Where the waters deform
[Bridge]
Oh Edmond Fitzgerald
A name carved in woe
Your bell rings eternal
Where the cold winds blow
A sailor’s prayer for the ones who remain
Bound to the lake
By the storm’s cruel chain
Details
GeneratedNov 14, 2025
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic with mournful strings and solemn male vocals, folk ballad, haunting
Credits
Prompt by
CEFYNX
CEFYNXModelAria v5
Prompt
Sinking of Edmond Fitzgerald, 50 years , Lake Superior, Gail's of November, Arthur M Anderson was the last to here from her, last from captain "we holding our own", 29 souls lost
