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Last Of The Mana
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}
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No echo will return from your indian cry}
You hear thunder echo but it's not the same sky
You chant for the tourists with your fathers own spear
{I see your face marked with blood of the deer
Spoken:
The last of the Mana's indian pride
She hears every tree cry she lives here inside
She chants for the spirits but never for gold
Mana will bleed from the walls of her soul
As she curses all the reasons for wars to be won
You'll see her face marked with the blood of her sons
When you call for the spirits from the warrior years
The cry of her spirits through thunder you'll hear
She cried to the spirits to spare all her sons
With baby on breast and a war to be won
She searched not for glory but to overcome her fears
The indian Mana carry no spear
The last of the Mana's indian cry
Your mothers own gift you reject and deny
She carried all her children and lived under trees
The indian Mana bared on her knees
No echo will return from your indian cry
You hear thunder echo but it's not the same sky
You chant for the tourists with your fathers own spear
I see your face marked with blood of the deer
No echo will return from your indian cry}
You hear thunder echo but it's not the same sky
You chant for the tourists with your fathers own spear
{I see your face marked with blood of the deer
Spoken:
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| LLast OOf TThe MMana |
| ast f he ana |
| aLst fO hTe aMna |
| kast kf fhe jana |
| kLast kOf fThe jMana |
| Lkast Okf Tfhe Mjana |
| oast 9f 5he kana |
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| oLast 9Of 5The kMana |
| Loast O9f T5he Mkana |
| past 0f hhe nana |
| pLast 0Of hThe nMana |
| Lpast O0f Thhe Mnana |
| Laast lf yhe Maana |
| Lst lOf yThe Mna |
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| Lsat Olf Tyhe Mnaa |
| Lzst if 6he Mzna |
| Lzast iOf 6The Mzana |
| Lazst Oif T6he Mazna |
| Lqst Off ghe Mqna |
| Lqast O gThe Mqana |
| Laqst Of Tghe Maqna |
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| Lsst Oc rhe Msna |
| Lsast Ocf rThe Msana |
| Lasst Ofc Trhe Masna |
| Lwst Or Mwna |
| Lwast Orf Te Mwana |
| Lawst Ofr Teh Mawna |
| Lxst Og Tje Mxna |
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| Lxast Ogf Tjhe Mxana |
| Laxst Ofg Thje Maxna |
| Ot Tue Manna |
| Lat Otf Tuhe Maa |
| Lats Oft Thue Maan |
| Lazt Ov Tne Mama |
| Ovf Tnhe Mamna |
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