Translation of a Fragment of a Danish Song

King Christian stood beside the mast,
In smoky night;
His falchion fell like hammer fast,
And brains and helms asunder brast;
Then sank each hostile hull and mast
In smoky night.

"Fly, fly!" they shrieked; "what mortal man
Can strive with Denmark's Christian
In fight?"
Niels Juel raised a warrior cry,
"Now, now 's the day!"
He hoisted up the red flag high,

And dashed amidst the enemy
With blow on blow, and cry on cry,
"Now, now 's the day!"
And still they shrieked, "Fly, Sweden, fly!
When Juel comes, what strength shall try
The fray?"