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