The Barbarians Songtext
von Greta Van Fleet

Children with their toys of war, whoa-oh
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral of any sense, oh-whoa
Painted up in the red and dressed in lead, we are

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I′ve done my time, whoa-oh
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa


Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa
Were your young so spry when they left to die? We are

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well, I′ve done my time, whoa-oh
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa