One day in the year of the fox. Came a time remembered well. When the strong young man of the rising sun. Heard the tolling of the great black bell. One day in the year of the fox. When the bell began to ring. Meant the time had cometh. For one to go. To the temple of the king. There in the middle of the circle he stands. Searching seeking. With just one touch of his trembling hand. The answer will be found. Daylight waits while the old man sings. Heaven help me. And then like the rush of a thousand wings. It shines upon the one. And the day had just begun. One day in the year of the fox. Came a time remembered well. When the strong young man of the rising sun. Heard the tolling of the great black bell. One day in the year of the fox. When the bell began to sing. It meant the time had cometh. For one to go. To the temple of the king. There in the middle of the people. He stands. Seeing feeling. With just a wave of a strong right hand. He's gone. To the temple of the king. Far from the circle at the edge of the world. He's hoping wondering. Thinking back from the stories he's heard. Of what he's going to see. There in middle of the circle it lies. Heaven help me. Then all could see by the shine in his eyes. The answer had been found. Back with the people in the circle. He stands. Giving feeling. With just one touch of a strong right hand. They know. Of the temple and the king