Man and machine and nothing there in between
A flying circus and a man from Prussia
The sky and a plane, this man commands his domain
The western front and all the way to Russia

Death from above, your under fire
Stained red as blood, he´s roaming higher

Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
That’s where the legend will arise

And he´s flying

Higher, the king of the sky
He´s flying too fast and he’s flying to high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die

First to the scene he is a lethal machine
It´s bloody April and the tide is turning
Fire at will it is the thrill of the kill
Four in a bay shot down with engines burning

Embrace the fame, red squadron leader
Call out his name, Rote kampffuieger

In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice
The allies paid the price

And he´s flying

Higher, the king of the sky
He´s flying too fast and he´s flying to high
Higher, an eye for an eye
The legend will never die

Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies
That´s where the legend will arise

And he´s flying