The son of a major Prussian nobleman
His name bestowed by a holy roman
The war broke out, so he looked to the air
24 hours of training and he was there
100 miles an hour
Top speed his plane would fly
And if he flew behind you
You know you're sure to die
Eighty kills, that are confirmed
While other pilots have so much more to learn
Red baron...blue max
The albatross flies high
Red baron...blue max
He's got you in his sights
The red battle flyer, red like fire
He sees' no faces, he's the ace of aces
His british quarry flew a reckless flight
A shot from the ground took the red baron's life
He flew with honor, he flew with pride
In 1918, the battle flyer died
Red baron...blue max
The albatross flies high
Red baron...blue max
He's got you in his sights
