The Doors — The Palace Of Exile

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, & the strong, & the wise Brothers & sisters of the pale forest O children of Night Who among you will run with the hunt? Now Night arrives with her purple legion Retire now to your tents & to your dreams Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth I want to be ready