Years Of War (Robinson Porter)

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