In the outer ditch, Ropata and Hine-i-turama are on guard with a group of other warriors. Constant gunfire, mostly from the British. The Maori are conserving their ammunition.
 
HINE-I-TURAMA: Why do they keep firing, even though they can't see us?
 
ROPATA: They're trying to stop us from escaping.
 
HINE-I-TURAMA: We want to keep our land, not run away from it.
 
They all laugh.
 
ROPATA: Remember when we first met? Your songs captured my heart. Hine-i-turama, song-maker.
 
He reaches out and briefly caresses her lips with his fingertips, delicately, tenderly, as if to feel the magic source of her music. There is a momentary lull in the battle.
 
Sing us a song now. Lift our spirits.
 
HINE-I-TURAMA: Wraps her cloak around her, sings.
 
We greet our land, that Maui pulled
From the depths of Kiwa's ocean.
Maui's hand fished up for us
This land forever Maori.
 
The dark mountains, the green forests,
Black rocks and white water;
All, all, fished from the sea
This land forever Maori.
 
Just like the land that feeds us all,
Our warriors feed the land.
The earth soaks up their flowing blood,
This land forever Maori.
 
Spreading like weeds, the pakeha
Tries to strangle us.
We pluck him from our precious land
This land forever Maori.
 
We'll win ourselves a name to ring
Against the ageless mountains!
Tomorrow's sun will cast its rays
On land forever Maori.
 
WARRIORS: Joining in, defiant, reinvigorated.
 
We'll win ourselves a name to ring
Against the ageless mountains!
Tomorrow's sun will cast its rays
On land forever Maori.
 
Silence. Gunfire breaks out again.