Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to be barbarians.
Don’t let ‘em wield swords and steal dragon gold.
Let ‘em be sorcerers and live to grow old.
Barbarians ain’t easy to love ‘cause they like to kill things.
They’d rather carve your guts and rob all your jewels,
than live in your stone huts and follow your rules.
Barbarians like taverns and wenches and looted rings.
They drink ale and eat meat over smoky old fires.
But they like a good battle and often end up on pyres.
So, Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to be barbarians.
‘Cause they’ll decorate their helmets and armor with bone.
And they’ll wander the world and they’ll never come home.