The Doors

For seven years 
I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island

Now I have come again
To the land of the fair and the strong, and the wise

Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Children of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?

Now night arrives with her purpe legion
Reire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready