Man Of The Hour - Falconer

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