The King Of The Sky - Vision Divine

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