Cryotorment

When hell freezes over, Turning fire to ice, The once raging inferno abruptly subsides, In its place frigid blizzards transpire, Engulfing the damned in eternal frostbite, Instead of hellish shrills, Chilling winds howl forcing demons to retire, The devil, All powerful and mighty Now sits on his glacial throne dawning a polar attire, His subjects consumed by a cloak of fresh snow that the angels looking down would surely admire, Although the flames are gone the suffering persists, As tormented cries still echo through desolate halls, Satans laughter fills the frozen air, The newly arctic underworld isn't better like you'd think, Though it's not what it was, No pools of fire to bare, The cold is just as wicked, The devils still got his tricks.