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Its ya boi Hazza; Man and machine and nothing there in between The 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, you're 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 too 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 day shot down with engines burning Embrace the fame, red squadron leader Call out his name: "Rote Kampfflieger" In the game to win, a gambler rolls the dice Eighty allies paid the price And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast, again, he's flying too high He's flying higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher Born a soldier from the horseback to the skies And the legend never dies And he's flying And he's flying And he's flying Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die Higher, the king of the sky He's flying too fast and he's flying too high Higher, an eye for an eye The legend will never die