Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Barbarians, artist - Greta Van Fleet. Date of issue: 15.04.2021
Song language: English
The Barbarians |
| 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 |