How I feel when I'm watching the Haka

  Feirce shouts ring through my ears. Hand movements are so perfect and synchronized. 

Feet stomp like dozans of drums and symbals. Strong voices echo through out the room making my heart race faster and faster.  My hands shaking, slightly terrified as the Haka continues. 

The boys beat their chests as if they were angry gorillas. 
I'm on the edge of my seat when the Haka finishes, I can still hear powerful voices booming in my ears,  and the movements are still vivid in my head. 
The Haka was something to remember.