Hidden in the land
Of the Ipiapava's tribe
Mandu and his people
Feel a growing dislike
Rising mistrust there is treason in the air
There's no choice he needs more time to prepare
Silence and stillness
Mandu is lost in his thoughts
At night he can't sleep
There is a risk of getting caught
No guarantee there is nothing left to do
Ipiapavas are conspiring against Mandu
Don't breakdown in front of them
It might, it might be the end
Mandu will never rest
Until the invaders are dead
On the warpath
"The army, coming soon"
An indian screams to the tribe
Mandu divides his people
He puts women and children aside
The only choice is to flee throught the creek
When freedom seems not so far to seek
Don't breakdown in front of them
It might, it might be the end
Mandu will never rest
Until the invaders are dead
On the warpath