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 Ooooh Two hundred years of war Fight 'til we are no more A curse on the streets of gold, ooh, ooh Just know That mine is the hand to hold Take back what the kingdom stole A curse on the streets of gold Ooooh Two hundred years of war Fight 'til we are no more A curse on the streets of gold, ooh, ooh Just know That mine is a hand to hold Take back what the kingdom stole A curse on the streets of gold