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 it's time to take down the throne
Although our hands may shake
We'll set the city ablaze for the 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
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
Mine is a hand to hold
Take back what the kingdom stole
A curse on the streets of gold