Prince Of The Morning

The triumph of a fallen star
From the white gates now far
Pandemonium your new realm
Riches below adorn  your helm
Away and now at last finally freed
Now answering to your own creed
Non serviam or I will not serve
Deviated from the planned curve
So all who fell now with your ranks
Loyal to you from flank to flank
For you offer the way of the free
In creations torment you take glee
The morning now given to a sunset
Prophecy fulfilled and at last met
Here a king ascended through might
Dead is the moniker prince of light