In the shadows of the night, Lord Yama prowls, Presence icy, sendin' chills that howl, Fate's in his grip, no escape, no foul, In the realm of the dead, where the souls all scowl. Leather-clad, wieldin' a scythe so tight, Judgin' souls, chartin' their afterlife flight, No mercy in his gaze, just pure spite, Lord Yama's the keeper of eternal light. Hook: Whispers of his name, fear ignites, For his power, none dare incite, In the darkness, he's the might, Lord Yama's judgment, sharp and bright. In the realm of the dead, he holds the throne, Lord Yama's presence, a chilling tone, His word's final, etched in stone, Beware his wrath, for death's his own. Lord Yama reigns supreme, no escape, Every soul, every fate, he shapes, In his realm, no schemes, no fakes, Just the truth, as the darkness wakes. In the dead of night, his shadows creep, Guardin' souls, their secrets deep, In the end, it's him you meet, Lord Yama, where nightmares sleep.