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 the 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 confunsion
 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.