My child, an Angel from above

that brought you to me.
He blessed the day you were born

and sounded the trumpets horn.
A prophecy given the day of days,

"My child, she will bring your doom."
Perplex was I the mother of this child.

Yet no one can defy an angel.
The days wents by and no harm is done,

but the inevitable can't be stopped.
War broke out, all hell let loose.

And now the time is here.

"Seal the fate of those, who, defy the lord above, or seal the fates of innocence caught amist a plague."

"Blow the horn and men will die, or let it rest and lives will be lost."