The Barbarians lyrics

Children with their toys of war, whoa-whoa

Birthright of death with a fiery breath!

Funeral of innocence, oh-whoa

Painted up in the red and dressed in lead

We are...

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-whoa

Were your young so spry when they left to die?

Oh yeah... Oh-o-o-o-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....

Whoa-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh-o-oh

Whoa-o-oh, oh-o-o-oh

Oooh!

Are we prisoners or renegades?

Well I've done my time, oh-whoa

Behold visions of burning skies

Alas, Babylon

Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa....

• Artist:Greta Van Fleet
• Album:The Battle at Garden's Gate (2021)