Thin hung the web like a trap in a cage,
The fox lay asleep in his lair
Fang's 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 wolk may know,
The sceptre and crown of a king
Howling for blood, One-eye leads on the pack,
Plunging through forest and snowstorm
Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky,
Fang sped through jungles of ice
Hard on his tail, 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 usurper, must die
Snarling he tore at the throat of his foe,
But Fang fought the herd in vain
Dawn saw the white mountain tinted with red -
Never would the crown leave again
One-eye his the crown and with laurels on his head
Returned amongst the tribe and dwelt in peace