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