The son of a major, prussian nobleman
His name bestowed by a holy roman
The war broke out, and looked to the air
24 hours of training, he was there
100 miles an hour, top speed his plane would fly
And if he flew behind you, you know youre 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
Hes got you in his sights
The red-battle flyer
Roll right, fire
He sees no faces
The ace of aces
His british quarry, through reckless flight
Was shot from the ground, took the red barons 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
Hes got you in his sights