“Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.” (Jim Morrison)

He is sitting on a hill
A vapid night is crawling through the vale
The trees are fangs of transiency
The demons forge hammers and nails
He will travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown lands
Time has distorted his view
An amen in his due

The spring is in the air
The silence in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The moon is in his eyes
The rage is on
But he’ll be gone
Before the world
Has left the night

He is gazing at the skies
Without yearning in his eyes
And he will follow the invisible trace
When the sirens sing again

The spring is in the air
The silence in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The moon is in his eyes
The rage is on
But he’ll be gone
Before the morning
Spreads his light
Before the world has left the night…

Some velvet morning when I’m strange…