(Intro) (Sound of calm lake water lapping gently) (A low, deep rumble begins to build beneath the music—like a distant earthquake) (A haunting bone flute plays a chilling, descending melody) (Whispered, overlapping voices, echoing like ghosts) Tah-rah-weh-rah... (Tarawera - The Mountain/Lake) Tah-rah-weh-rah... Why-roo-ah... (Wairua - Spirit/Ghost) (Verse 1) (Slow, heavy, muffled drum beat: THUD... ... THUD... ...) The water is glass in the freezing cold The mountain is sleeping, ancient and old But out of the mist where the shadows fall A ship of the dead answers the call No sound of the Haw-eh (Hoe - Paddle) striking the wave Just a silent march from an open grave The Toe-hoo-ngah (Tohunga - Priest) watches with eyes of dread The Wah-kah (Waka - Canoe) is carrying only the dead. (Chorus) (The low rumble turns into a massive, distorted bass drop. Drums hit with terrifying force.) (Full choir of deep voices roaring) Too-tah-kee! (Tūtaki - To encounter/face) The omen is written in the mist! Too-tah-kee! By the fire and the shadow kissed! Roo-ow-moe-koe! (Rūaumoko - God of Earthquakes and Volcanoes) Turning in his heavy sleep! Roo-ow-moe-koe! The mountain breaks, the heavens weep! (Verse 2) (Drums drop away entirely. Just the rumbling bass and the eerie flute.) The feathers of Hui-ah (Huia - Extinct sacred bird) bound to the head Of the ghostly chiefs who are long since dead They point to the peak of the silent stone Where the fire will melt the flesh from the bone The pink and the white of the terraces gleam Before they are swallowed in ash and in steam The Wah-kah fades back into the grey To wait for the end of the burning day. (Bridge) (Acapella. Heavy foot stomping and rhythmic, terrified breathing) Mow-ree! (Mauri - Life force) Fading from the burning sky! Mow-ree! Watch the flaming embers fly! Tah-poo! (Tapu - Sacred/Forbidden) The mountain claims the earth and stone! Tah-poo! We do not walk the dark alone! (Chorus) (Maximum volume, earth-shattering wall of sound with crashing percussion) Too-tah-kee! The omen is written in the mist! Too-tah-kee! By the fire and the shadow kissed! Roo-ow-moe-koe! Turning in his heavy sleep! Roo-ow-moe-koe! The mountain breaks, the heavens weep! (Outro) (A massive, deafening explosion sound—a heavy bass strike that slowly rings out) (As the ringing fades, the sound of rain falling on calm water returns) (Slow, fading whisper) Tah-rah-weh-rah... The ashes fall... (A single, distant strike of a wooden log)