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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