Текст песни The Palace of Exile (Live) - 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 purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready

The Doors! The Doors!
We're out of time, thank you very much- we're out of time!

All right, we've got time for one more, let's do it one more time!