If my world opens its doors for you.
I fear the sentinels guarding its gate dare not comply;
Nor shall the council of my world would allow you to traverse;
Nor shall the people allow your foreign grace

Your presence shall cause chaos to my land.
Bring about pain to every individual.
To make matters worse would drive nations to envy;
And make my world red with their bloodlust.

But what frightens me most is not the destruction you'll cause milady.
Nor the evil in me you awoke.
What frightens me is that you've conquered me;
Conquered me without arms nor armies.
And here I lay opening my gates to you.