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
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
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

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