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 or renegades?
Well, I've done my time
Woah
Behold visions of burning skies
Alas Babylon
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Mother's 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
Los Bárbaros
Niños con sus juguetes de guerra
Derecho de nacimiento de muerte con un aliento ardiente
Funeral de cualquier sentido
Pintados de rojo y vestidos de plomo
Somos
¿Somos prisioneros o renegados?
Bueno, he cumplido mi tiempo
Woah
Contempla visiones de cielos ardientes
Ay, Babilonia
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Madres de bárbaros
Woah
¿Estaban sus jóvenes tan vivaces cuando partieron a morir?
Somos
¿Somos prisioneros o renegados?
Bueno, he cumplido mi tiempo
Woah
Contempla visiones de cielos ardientes
Ay, Babilonia
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah