The lords of the earth and winds have
Forgotten to me.

The stars become tenuous in their places,
And moon to grow dark before me,
As if a veil had been in excess on its flame.

Demons with dog face approach
The circumference of my sanctuary.
Strange lines appear carved on my door
And walls, and the light of the window
Becomes very tenuous.

I have traveled by the spheres and they,
Do not protect to me.
I have descended to the abyss and she,
Do not protect to me.
I have raise mountains and them,
Do not protect to me.
I have walked the seas and they,
Do not protect to me.

A wind has risen.

The dark waters are shaken.