Lord of the Underworld From the darkness he arrives In the blackness he does thrive Screams of pain fill the air He does things that no man dares Torture pain and misery An art he enjoys so morbidly He is the master of all that he sees Before his might an army flees From God s grace and light he s banished A quest for peace long sought now vanished From the holy heavens he was hurled Now he s Lord of the Underworld Terminal Velocity