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 the 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-storm. Steep rose the ridge, ghostly peaks climbed the sky, Fang sped through the jungles of ice. Hard on his tale, One-eye drew from the pack An old hero conquered by none. Steep, for 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 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.
Writer(s): Tony Banks, Mike Rutherford, Anthony Phillips, Peter Gabriel