Greta Van Fleet – The Barbarians

Greta Van Fleet – The Barbarians Lyrics

Artist: Greta Van Fleet
Song: The Barbarians

Children with their toys of war
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral of any sense
Painted up in the red and dressed in lead

We are
Are we prisoners of renegades?
Well I’ve done my time, woah
Behold visions of burning skies

Alas Babylon
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Mothers of barbarians, woah
Were your young so spry when they left to die?

We are
Are we prisoners or renegades?
Well I’ve done my time, woah
Behold visions of burning skies

Alas Babylon
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

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

Woah, woah, woah, woah
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Greta Van Fleet Lyrics – The Barbarians

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From the album:
The Battle at Garden’s Gate
Release Year: 2021