In shadows deep beneath the earth,
where mortal eyes can’t see,
There runs a train through realms unknown,
from life to eternity.
With Hades as the conductor grim,
the souls of mortals ride,
Upon the Underworld Railway,
to the other side.
The train it winds through caverns dark,
where fires dimly glow,
Past rivers of the underworld,
where silent waters flow.
Each passenger a spectral shade,
their earthly ties unbound,
They journey on through night’s embrace,
where lost souls are found.
The whistle sounds a mournful cry,
a dirge for those who’ve passed,
Through gates of iron and stone they go,
their destinies recast.
In shadows cast by flickering flames,
the train moves ever on,
Through lands of myth and ancient lore,
where daylight never shone.
From fields of Elysium’s light
to Tartarus’s despair,
The train it carries every soul,
with equal, somber care.
Hades stands with eyes of coal,
his hand upon the wheel,
Guiding souls to their fate,
in realms where shadows kneel.
Through tunnels deep and caverns wide,
the spectral railway steams,
A bridge between the worlds it forms,
connecting night and dreams.
The living bid their last goodbyes,
as spirits take their place,
On the Underworld Railway,
to meet their final grace.
In silence, they do travel forth,
with memories in tow,
Into the lands of myth and mist,
where only spirits go.
Hades, stern yet just and fair,
ensures their passage true,
On the Underworld Railway,
where all must bid adieu.
