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 'em feel the fright
For they’ve met the King of the skies
Here they die
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
I’m the King of the Sky
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