(Intro) (Sound of heavy ocean swells, wind in the rigging, and creaking timber) (A deep, steady drone of a stringed instrument begins) (Whispered, rhythmic chant) The Crown... The Cross... The Ocean... The Loss... (A distant, mournful brass horn sounds) (Verse 1) (Slow, heavy marching drum enters: THUD... THUD... THUD...) Six months of salt and the endless grey To find the edge of the breaking day We cast the anchor in the wild bay Where the Pah-keh-hah (Pākehā - White settlers) have come to stay To bring the law to the roaring green For the glory of the distant Queen We offer iron and we offer trade In the shadow of the world we made. (Chorus) (Drums double in intensity—heavy, rigid, and relentless) (Full choir of deep voices shouting together) Why-tah-ngee! (Waitangi - The place of the signing) The ink is spilled upon the page! Why-tah-ngee! The turning of a violent age! Sov-er-eign-ty! We claim the forest and the shore! Sov-er-eign-ty! The old world closes its heavy door! (Verse 2) (Drums drop to a low, creeping pulse) We see the Mah-nah (Mana - Spiritual authority) in the painted skin But the march of Empire must begin We read the English, but they read their own Two different seeds in the soil are sown We thought we bought the earth and stone To build a kingdom and a wooden throne But the Feh-noo-ah (Whenua - Land) is wild and deep A promise that the blood must keep. (Bridge) (Acapella. Heavy, synchronized stomping of boots instead of chest-slapping) Hold the line! Lay the road! Bear the weight! Bear the load! Teh Tee-ree-tee! (Te Tiriti - The Treaty) A bridge of paper, cold and frail! Teh Tee-ree-tee! A heavy wind is in the sail! (Chorus) (Maximum volume, huge wall of sound with crashing cymbals and striking anvils) Why-tah-ngee! The ink is spilled upon the page! Why-tah-ngee! The turning of a violent age! Sov-er-eign-ty! We claim the forest and the shore! Sov-er-eign-ty! The old world closes its heavy door! (Outro) (The heavy percussion suddenly stops, leaving only the drone and the creaking ship) (Slow, fading chant) The paper fades... The iron rusts... Ow-tay-ah-row-ah... (Aotearoa - New Zealand) (A final, ringing strike of a blacksmith's hammer on an anvil) (Silence)