Heading in the battle Against a inferior foe Early morning sea lies So silent and clear Let them feel the broadside From our three decker of pride Let the enemy fleet Shatter for the wind The man of the hour In a challenging game He rose to power by his family name The man of the hour In a lion's den Wielding his power while dooming his men With gun ports open And without strife he sailed Turn the ship around to Chase the danes away The wind made the ship heal Causing panic aboard Tatters, men, and cargo They all rode astray The man of the hour In a challenging game He rose to power by his family name The man of the hour In a lion's den Wielding his power while dooming his men Lower decks were flooded Chaos and agony The morning air was filled With an aerier cries Crewmen jumped the rail Now she's cast before the fire Down from power deck They saw the smolder rise The man of the hour In a challenging game He rose to power by his family name The man of the hour In a lion's den Wielding his power while dooming his men Danes, in confusion Surprisingly reaped The self-termination of this Swedish fleet Without firing a round On the stronger foe Their victory bound as the crown went below