A child born to a destiny great

For she alone decides our fate

The mantel of death enshrouds her will

Compelling a prophecy she must full fill

Through triumph and failure in life and death

The chossen rose to be the best

Against Heaven and Hell did she strive

Filled with the purpose to only survive

Given to her from Angel light

The symbol of death and all its might

To weild its power she must decide

To join the three in the final ride

Pestilence, Famine, and War

The riders of plagues we all deplore

Their coming heralds the final end

For Gods judgement is the message they send

Cursed was death for a single day

Allowing her spirit only to stay

Forced to see beyond her sight

She sought to make one thing right

In a battle to find the best

The metal of death was put to the test

Weilding flames of eternal death

She gave the riders their final rest

For her choice hastily taken the symbol of death was eternally forsacken

Free to choose her path again

She strives for the day when all will end

A child born to a destiny great

for she alone determines our fate

With sword forged of Chaos force

She became the rider on a pale horse