Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - King Christian lyrics

King Christian stood by the lofty mast   In mist and smoke; His sword was hammering so fast, Through Gothic helm and brain it pa**ed; Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,   In mist and smoke. "Fly!" shouted they, "fly, he who can! Who braves of Denmark's Christian   The stroke?" Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar,   Now is the hour! He hoisted his blood-red flag once more, And smote upon the foe full sore, And shouted Loud, through the tempest's roar,   "Now is the hour!" "Fly!" shouted they, "for shelter fly! Of Denmark's Juel who can defy   The power?" North Sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent   Thy murky sky! Then champions to thine arms were sent; Terror and d**h glared where he went; From the waves was heard a wail, that   rent   Thy murky sky! From Denmark, thunders Tordenskiol', Let each to Heaven commend his soul,   And fly! Path of the Dane to fame and might!   Dark-rolling wave! Receive thy friend, who, scorning flight Goes to meet danger with despite, Proudly as thou the tempest's might   Dark-rolling wave! And amid pleasures and alarm; And war and victory, be thine arms   My grave!