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
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.
The doors! the doors!
We’re out of time, thank you very much. we’re out of time.