(Intro) (The sound of a gentle wind blowing through the silver fern leaves) (A deep, resonant throat-singing drone begins: 'Mmmmm...') (A single, long, echoing blast of the shell horn—calling back to the first track) (Whispered, overlapping voices, echoing like memories) Teh Ah-ho... (Te Aho - The thread/line) Fah-kah-pah-pah... (Whakapapa - Ancestry/Lineage) Teh Ah-ho... (Verse 1) (Slow, heavy, definitive drum beat enters: BOOM... ... BOOM... ...) From the tearing of the earth and the endless sky To the belly of the fish where the mountains lie Through the freezing of the ice and the burning stone We have carved the heavy story in the ancient bone We have pulled the wooden ship through the crushing wave We have sung the broken warrior to the open grave The ink is on the paper and the ash is on the ground But listen to the deep and eternal sound. (Chorus) (Drums erupt into a slow, majestic, and immensely heavy rhythm) (Full choir of deep male and high female voices singing together in triumph) Feh-noo-ah! (Whenua - The Land) The blood is in the root and the tree! Feh-noo-ah! From the mountain to the roaring sea! Mow-ree Oh-rah! (Mauri Ora - The breath of life / We survive) The fire in the dark will remain! Mow-ree Oh-rah! We rise from the shadow and the rain! (Verse 2) (Music strips back to a pulsing drone and a slow rhythmic chest slap) The gods are sleeping quiet in the riverbed The cloak of the mist is upon the head We carry every name of the father's ghost From the boiling of the earth to the eastern coast The spear and the club have been laid to rest But the spirit of the warrior is in the chest The world will keep turning and the winds will blow But the root of the tree will continue to grow. (Bridge) (Acapella. Heavy foot stomping. No longer frantic or terrified, but perfectly synchronized, strong, and unshakeable.) Ah-keh! Ah-keh! (Ake! Ake! - Forever! Forever!) We stand upon the land of the brave! Ah-keh! Ah-keh! From the cradle to the edge of the grave! Ah-keh! Ah-keh! Ah-keh! (Forever and ever!) Koh-tah-hee! (Kotahi - Stand as one!) Koh-tah-hee! (Chorus) (Maximum volume, an earth-shattering wall of sound. Triumphant, soaring, and massive.) Feh-noo-ah! The blood is in the root and the tree! Feh-noo-ah! From the mountain to the roaring sea! Mow-ree Oh-rah! The fire in the dark will remain! Mow-ree Oh-rah! We rise from the shadow and the rain! (Outro) (The heavy drums strike one final, massive BOOM that echoes out) (The choir fades, leaving only the low throat-drone and the bone flute) (The sound of the ocean slowly rolling onto the shore returns) (Spoken in a deep, peaceful whisper) Ow-tay-ah-row-ah... (Aotearoa) The cloud is long. The land is white. The line is unbroken. (A final, gentle breath out)