genesis
white mountain
Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage The fox lay asleep in his lair Fangs frantic paws told the tale of his sin Far off the chase shrieked revenge Outcast he trespassed where no wolf may tread The last sacred haunt of the dead He learnt of a truth which only one wolf may know The sceptre and crown of the king Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack Plunging through forests and snow-storms Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky Fang sped through jungles of ice Hard on his rail, One-eye drew from the pack An old hero conquered by none Steep, far too steep, grew the pathway ahead Descent was the only escape A wolf never flees in the face of his foe Fang knew the price he would pay One-eye stood before him With the crown upon his head Sceptre raised to deal the deadly blow Fang, Son of Great Fang, the Traitor we seek The laws of the Brethren say this: That only the King sees the Crown of the Gods And he, the Ursurper must die - Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe But Fang fought the hero in vain Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red Never would the Crown leave again One-eye hid the Crown and with laurels on his head Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace.