The King Of The Sky

Push down the bar, climb the white clouds My engine is roaring so loud The hunt has begun from my windscreen I see them dive fast from behind my tail Lines in the sky drawn by crossing contrails Soon all this blue will be turning red My winged horse, fly high Take me where no one would ride Make them feel the fright For they've met the king of the skies Here they die Oh, the prey has turned to hunter now they try to run It's time to fire my guns Lines in the sky drawn by crossing contrails Soon all this blue will bleed in my name My winged horse, fly high Take me where no one would ride Make 'em feel the fright For they've met the king of the skies Here they die My winged horse, fly high Take me where no one would ride Make 'em feel the fright For they've met the king of the skies Here they die King of the sky