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 trail, 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