[Intro] [Driving 102 BPM two-step groove, weeping pedal steel, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and twangy Telecaster over punchy drums] [Verse 1] June the first, sixteen seventy-six Off the jagged coast where the weather tricks One hundred and twenty-six bronze guns The Admiral turns against the gale and runs Full canvas caught in the blinding rain The giant leans over in the hurricane Water rushing in through the gunports wide The empire sinking on the ocean tide [Pre-Chorus] Riding the tempest on a mountain of pine! Iron and copper in the front of the line! Turning the rudder in a blinding blow! Leaving the gunports open below! [Chorus] Baltic water rushing over the deck! Crushing the crew by the arm and the neck! Seven hundred tons tilting into the dark! Waiting for the fatal and burning spark! Climbing the hull as the rigging bends! The Baltic swallows what the Admiral sends! [Verse 2] A drop match in the magazine, a hundred barrels ignite The wooden giant splits into the blinding light The sky turns red over Öland's sand Eight hundred sailors never reached the land Bronze cannons plunge to the seabed floor No battle honors in the water’s roar Dragged to the depths by the heavy pine A sunken fortress in the southern brine [Chorus] Baltic water rushing over the deck! Crushing the crew by the arm and the neck! Seven hundred tons tilting into the dark! Waiting for the fatal and burning spark! Climbing the hull as the rigging bends! The Baltic swallows what the Admiral sends! [Outro] Kronan vilar i djupet. [Singing fiddle and pedal steel trade licks over a steady country drive, finishing on a sharp country stop]
