Built By Nations - Greta Van Fleet

When a man must walk the devil's road

Churning up the Earth below

He is bound to brothers built by nations

With no pride to call his own

Woah, the trouble gets so loud

When all of hell tries to drag you down

Woah, the wounded warrior

On this battleground

Who is he to think of his survival

When a man must kill his home?

Standing naked in the breast of canyons

Where companions are alone

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh

Woah, the trouble gets so loud

When all of hell tries to drag you down

Woah, the wounded warrior

On this battleground