White Mountain

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 learned of a truth which only one wolf may know
The scepter 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
Fangs 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
Scepter 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 hero 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