For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Plaing 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 the night
Who among you will run with the hunt?

Now night arrives with her pueple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your freams
Tommorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready

IMPRIMER LES PAROLES