Greta Van Fleet - The Barbarians

Children with their toys of war, oh oh
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral of innocence, oh oh
Painted up in red and dressed in lead, oh yeah

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

Mothers of barbarians, oh, oh
Were your young so spry
When they left to die? Oh, yeah

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

Whoa-oh
Ohh-oh, oh, oh

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

Written by:
Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka

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