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...