Kings Of Sky

Ice on wings
Shines under the sun
Without stopping shoots
My machine gun
Fire birds drop down
The Messers're
Round and round

Strong jet heel
And I'm behind him
Sight, than fire, than flesh
Of new my victim
Sleep well, my friend
This is your end

High and low
High and low

We are the Kings of the Sky
Born to fight
Born to fly...

Can't you see the fire
In front of your face
Play again to win
This deadly race
Kill with a shout
Let the God sort'em out!