Man Of The Hour

Heading into the battle
Against inferior foe
Early morning's sea lies so silent and clear
Let them feel a 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 the lion's den
Wielding his power
While dooming his men.

With gun ports open
And without striking sail
He turned the ship around to chase the Danes away
The wind made the ship heel
Causing panic aboard
Cannons, men and cargo they all broke astray.

Lower decks were flooded
Chaos and agony
The morning air was filled with an aria of cries
Crewmen jumped the rail now
Choosing ice before the fire
Down from powder deck they saw the smoke arise.

Danes in confusion
Surprisingly greet
The self termination
Of the Swedish fleet
Without firing a round
On the stronger foe
They're victory bound
As "The Crown" went below.