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 k** with a shout Let the God sort'em out!