(Intro) (Sound of a cold, creeping wind blowing through dense forest) (A single, haunting Koe-ow-ow (Kōauau - Bone flute) plays a twisting, beautiful melody) (Whispered, overlapping female voices, echoing from all sides) Pah-too-pie-ah-reh-heh... (Patupaiarehe - The Fairy Folk) Koe-hoo... (Kohu - The Mist) Koe-hoo... (Verse 1) (A very slow, faint heartbeat drum begins: thump... ... thump...) When the heavy shadow falls upon the green And the children of the mountain walk unseen On the towering peak of Pee-row-ngee-ah (Pirongia) stone You will hear the singing in the hollow bone Hair of fire and a skin of pale Riding on the whisper of the winter gale They do not seek the battle or the bleeding sword But they bind the mortal with a woven cord. (Chorus) (Multiple female voices harmonizing—beautiful, seductive, but terrifying) (A slow, sweeping Tagelharpa string joins the melody) Too-reh-hoo! (Tūrehu - Pale spirit folk) Listen to the weeping wood! Too-reh-hoo! Leave the place you always stood! Why-ah-tah! (Waiata - Song/Singing) Follow where the shadows play! Why-ah-tah! Let the music lead the way! (Verse 2) (Music becomes dizzying. Swirling strings and multiple overlapping flutes. The heartbeat drum speeds up slightly in panic.) The hunter hears the melody and drops the spear He forgets the Wah-kah (Waka) and he loses fear Walking deep into the belly of the endless night Drawn toward the glowing of the phantom light The faces in the branches and the eyes of gold Stories that the elders of the Ee-wee (Iwi) told He steps across the root and through the ancient door And the world of men will see his face no more. (Bridge) (Acapella. Desperate, heavy mortal breathing mixed with light, mocking fairy laughter) Mow-ngah! (Maunga - Mountain) The trap is set inside the fog! Mow-ngah! Swallowed by the silent bog! Fah-kah-ngah-row! (Whakangaro - To vanish / disappear) The memory begins to fade! Fah-kah-ngah-row! Sleeping in the velvet shade! (Chorus) (Maximum volume, but instead of a wall of aggressive sound, it is a massive, overwhelming, angelic choir of voices that drowns everything out) Too-reh-hoo! Listen to the weeping wood! Too-reh-hoo! Leave the place you always stood! Why-ah-tah! Follow where the shadows play! Why-ah-tah! Let the music lead the way! (Outro) (The choir cuts out instantly) (Only the faint, twisting melody of the single bone flute remains) (The sound of footsteps crunching on leaves slowly fading away) (Spoken in a soft, soothing whisper) Koe-hoo... The mist is closing. Ow-tay-ah-row-ah... (Aotearoa) (A light, echoing giggle)