Last Of The Mana Lyrics

Last Of The Mana lyrics

Spoken: 

{I see your face marked with blood of the deer 

You chant for the tourists with your fathers own spear

You hear thunder echo but it's not the same sky

No echo will return from your indian cry}



I see your face marked with blood of the deer 

You chant for the tourists with your fathers own spear

You hear thunder echo but it's not the same sky

No echo will return from your indian cry



The indian Mana bared on her knees

She carried all her children and lived under trees

Your mothers own gift you reject and deny

The last of the Mana's indian cry



The indian Mana carry no spear 

She searched not for glory but to overcome her fears

With baby on breast and a war to be won

She cried to the spirits to spare all her sons



The cry of her spirits through thunder you'll hear

When you call for the spirits from the warrior years

You'll see her face marked with the blood of her sons

As she curses all the reasons for wars to be won



Mana will bleed from the walls of her soul

She chants for the spirits but never for gold

She hears every tree cry she lives here inside

The last of the Mana's indian pride



Spoken: 

{I see your face marked with blood of the deer 

You chant for the tourists with your fathers own spear

You hear thunder echo but it's not the same sky

No echo will return from your indian cry}