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

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

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