O' Child, when he would come for thee
Thine angels they would cry
In angst, I guess, and nothing less
Three screams would rend the night

Although at first it seems absurd
To see a child so wee
Surrounded thus, we must discuss
The way they came to be

'Twas just one night with little light
While winds did smash around
Such sorrow on that eve and morrow
Soul's own death toll did sound

Her mighty heart did rip apart
And anguished Sky did tear
Despair in pain did shriek his name
At thy softly whispered prayer

Though pain and death do steal my breath
Let me not be wrought asunder
Oh Angels weep o'er slaughtered sheep
And break the spell they're under

And darkened Night did hide thy plight
Not from celestial eyes
Upon thy plea they answered thee
And gathered surely nigh

Courage gifted, thy spirits lifted
Though pain did still stalk thee
Forever hence at thy defense
Angelic warriors, three

Though sadly he, still came for thee
Thine angels kept thee sane
'Till pain and death that stole thy breath
Had finally passed away.