Posted: 4/25/2014 1:19:02 PM EDT
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The lyrics to the Danish royal national anthem are pretty badass:
King Christian stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
His sword was hammering so fast,
Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;
Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,
In mist and smoke.
"Fly!" shouted they, "fly, he who can!
Who braves of Denmark's Christian,
Who braves of Denmark's Christian,
In battle?"
Niels 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,
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 Death 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,
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 alarms,
And war and victory, be thine arms,
And war and victory, be thine arms,
My grave!
Here is the original long version of the non-royal anthem. This is the national anthem that is most commonly used in Denmark. The bold verses are the ones that are used today.
There is a lovely land
it stands with broad beeches
near the salty eastern strand
It winds itself in hill, valley,
it is called old Denmark
and it is Freja's hall
There sat in former times,
the armour-suited warriors,
rested from conflict
Then they set out to slay the foe,
now their bones are resting
behind the mound's menhir
That country is still lovely,
because the sea waves so blue frolic,
and the foliage stands so green
And noble women, beautiful maidens,
and men and brisk swains
inhabit the Danes' islands
Our language is strong and soft,
Our faith is pure and purified
And courage is not dead.
And each a Danish is just free,
Each faithfully obeys his/her king,
But slavery is over.
A friendly South in the North
Is the green Dane-realm,
Your clad ax-clad Earth.
And the ship walks itsproud way.
Where the plow and the keel furrows
There hope does not fail.
Our Danish flag is beautiful
The fans along the Sea
With Flag Red Bay.
And always has his white Colour
Your Holy Cross in blood,
O Flag of Denmark in battle.
Pure is the Danes's Spirit
It hates Prejudice's fetters,
And fascination's ties.
For friendship open, cold for mockery
Beats the Jute's honest heart,
For girl, country and king.
I swap Denmark not,
For Russia's winter deserts,
For Southern May Flowers.
We do not know plague and serpents
Not the melancholy of the west
Not the rage of the east.
Our time does not stand in reek,
It has raised his voice
Of Science and Arts.
Not Bragi's and not Mímir's cry
Aroused in equal stretch
A better hope for the future.
Not large, our native soil,
However soars among cities
Your proud Copenhagen.
To better City did the sea not come
Yes no river in the valley;
From Trondhiem and to Rome.
With holy remand
Preserve you, All-father!
Our old dynasty.
King Fredrik resembles Fredegod;
Where is a better prince
Of better hero blood?
Hail king and fatherland!
Hail every a Dane-citizen,
who works, what he can
Our old Denmark shall endure,
as long as the beech reflects
its top in the blue wave
I like both.
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