War king against will

Under a blood red sky
I will create my empire
And I will fly
And I will admire
What has become
Of my creation

Under a blood red sky
I see my soldiers marching
And I wave them goodbye
And wish them good fighting
So my empire will grow
Into a bigger nation

Under a blood red sky
I am the king on my hill
And sometimes I cry
My queen lies her hand on my shoulders and shhht still
Cause I know I do good
And sometimes I have to be a war king.
To bring peace.