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



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