Who guided your way into my prohibited land?
I'm confident that the wind has lost my routes, so have the birds in the gray sky.
No rivers of life, no forests of green hopes, I'm dry, cracked, and deserted, a ghost of a fable shadow.
Who guided your way into my prohibited land?
Those ugly sinister walked you in, leave  my beloved ,leave, my heart has been always  an attraction for death and my words a prayer for the demons of hurt.