The Barbarians

Children with their toys of war
Birthright of death with a fiery breath
Funeral in red and dressed in lead
We are prisoners of renegades?
Well I've done my time, woah
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon
Mothers of barbarians
Were your young so spry when they left to die
We are prisoners or renegades?
Well I've done my time, woah
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon