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