Years of war

Take one last look at what,
You're leaving behind,
Cause there's no coming back,
Once we go,
We are the children,
Of an innocent crime,
And its time to take down the throne.

Although their heads may shake,
We'll set the city ablaze,
For their treachery,
We'll spill their blood,
And set our fathers free.

Oohooh, two hundred years of war,
Fight till we are no more,
A curse on the streets,
Of gold, oohooh.
Just know,
That mine is a hand to hold,
Take back what the kingdom stole,
A curse on the streets of gold.

Oohooh, two hundred years of war,
Fight till we are no more,
A curse on the streets of gold,
Oohooh, just know,
That mine is a hand to hold,
Take back what the kingdom stole,
A curse on the streets of gold.