There were two,
Twins they were,
Who had the eye of Adder,
And the eye of Pike.

Separate ways it drove them,
Endless life,
And death,
Champions of one but never the other.

As children their mother kept them apart,
As adults the valley and the hill beyond.

On the day that the night came early,
Out on the moor near the rock of sorrow,
When the Other Place closed in,
The Adder and the Pike chose to war.

And so the twins were set upon another,
The champion of life and the champion of death,
They battle across the Moor,
And down into the Blue Lake.

None could keep them apart,
Not mother, not valley.

In the Blue Lake whilst the Other Place was descended
they fought,
Until the sun shone behind the hill beyond, threatening
the valley below,
The mother called for them to stop,
The sun burned bright, but on wards they fought.

There were two,
Twins they were,
Who had the eye of Adder,
And the eye of Pike.

And so it is said the Spirit of Pike claimed one,
And so it is said the Spirit of Adder took the other,
A champion of death and a champion of life,
Their struggle to last eternally.