Wolfsangel
The Wolfsangel (German pronunciation: [ˈvɔlfsˌʔaŋəl]) is a German heraldic charge inspired by an actual historic wolf trap consisting of two metal parts and a connecting chain. The top part of the trap, which resembled a crescent moon with a ring inside, used to be fastened between branches of a tree in the forest while the bottom part, on which meat scraps used to be hung, was a hook meant to be swallowed by a wolf. The simplified design based on the iron "wolf-hook" was often heavily stylized to no longer resemble a baited hook hung from a tree or an entire wolf trap. Other names included Wolfsanker ("wolf-anchor") or Wolfsjagd as well as hameçon or hameçon de loup, a half-moon shape with a ring, or as cramp or crampon in English with a ring at the center, sometimes also called Doppelhaken "double-hook", or acrampon with a transversal stroke. All of these symbols are still found in a number of municipal coats of arms in Germany. The crampon is also found as a mason's mark in medieval stonework.
Lullaby
In a rusty ruined tavern
Face to face they sat all night
One was good, another evil,
They had dice and ale to fight
Good was dressed in long white cloak,
Red coat wore another man
Wolves a-howled and ravens croaked
Three eyes watched at dice as one
In a rusty ruined tavern
Face to face they sat all night
One was good, another evil,
They had dice and ale to fight
Many bets were made by players
Many crowns were spent that night
One was good, another evil,
Thus they had a lot to fight
Final round - they're to throw
Once and winner takes the bank
Only one appeared for old man
But another's dice was blank
Evil looked with growing hatred,
Heat was both in air and mind
So he turned into the fire
Good had vision of a kind
One was thrown for eye and water
One - the water rears the vine
One - the rival is immortal
One - we have one face and sign
Nothing thrown for tree of wisdom
Nothing - arrow mistletoe
Nothing - is the evil guilty?
Nothing - is he friend or foe?
Fire vanished, empty chair
Was aside of good old man
Void in jug and void in memory
Were there three of eyes or one?
So the good rose up his brimmer,
Drained it dry and fell asleep
Ravens croak and wolves a-howling
Were enough for dreams to keep
Weaver smiled and turned the spindle
And a day replaced the night
One was good, another evil,