(Intro) (Sound of heavy stones grinding together and the hiss of escaping steam) (A low, rumbling throat-singing drone begins: 'Mmmmm...') (Whispered, deep chant) Mow-ngah... (Maunga - Mountain) Poo-ee-ah... (Puia - Volcano) Mow-ngah... (Verse 1) (Slow, heavy foot-stomping rhythm enters: THUD... THUD... THUD...) Before the Wah-kah (Waka - Canoe) touched the sand The giants walked upon the land Toh-ngah-ree-row (Tongariro - The Great Mountain) crowned in white Standing in the burning light But Tah-rah-nah-kee (Taranaki - The Exiled Mountain) felt the flame For Pee-hah-ngah (Pīhanga - The Beautiful Mountain) was her name Two brothers driven mad by lust To turn the mountain into dust. (Chorus) (Drums erupt into a violent, earth-shattering rhythm) (Full choir of deep voices shouting together) Ah-row-hah! (Aroha - Love/Yearning) The fire burns beneath the skin! Ah-row-hah! Let the heavy war begin! Pee-hah-ngah! The earth will crack, the sky will bleed! Pee-hah-ngah! A bitter harvest from the seed! (Verse 2) (Music drops back to a pulsing drone and the sound of falling rocks) The sky turns black, the lava flows The brutal strike, the crushing blows Toh-ngah-ree-row splits the night And strikes his brother from the height The giant falls, the battle won Beneath the dying of the sun The exile drags his broken bone To stand forever, and alone. (Bridge) (Acapella. Fast stomping, chest-slapping, and the sound of hissing steam) Hee-koy! (Hīkoi - The March/Journey) Drag the shadow to the sea! Hee-koy! Where the endless waters be! Teh Toe-toe! (Te Toto - The Blood) Bleeding out upon the green! Teh Toe-toe! The greatest sorrow ever seen! (Chorus) (Maximum volume, huge wall of sound with crashing percussion and roaring voices) Ah-row-hah! The fire burns beneath the skin! Ah-row-hah! Let the heavy war begin! Pee-hah-ngah! The earth will crack, the sky will bleed! Pee-hah-ngah! A bitter harvest from the seed! (Outro) (The heavy percussion suddenly stops) (Only the low drone and the sound of rushing water remain) (A mournful bone flute plays a sad, descending melody) (Spoken in a deep, sorrowful whisper) Fah-ngah-noo-ee... (Whanganui - The river carved by his tears) The tears of the mountain flow. Tah-rah-nah-kee hides his face in the cloud. (A single, distant rumble of thunder)