[Sinacog]

I am a king from the grounds of Jerusalem; the sound of the souls of men
I killed thousands with swords and trumpets; I stand triumphant
I am the devil in the night; awakening plight
I am a ember sky; the devil's sword in a fight
One early morning, a silver sword from a knight arrived
It arrived at the bridge of my fortress; a dark sources
The end was nigh; when the silver sword entered my home
Yet the sword was quickly jolted with a defense; and didn't reach the throne
One early morning, the golden trumpets were playing in the early morning
The early morning sun; the early morning water
A golden sword came to me from a knight of white armor
The knight killed my defense; it was the end from the descendants
The golden sword entered my heart; a demon from the ruins
I am a king that was dethroned from the golden sound of angels