Dance of the Necromancer

Walking in the rain

Carrying Eliza, followed by Frankensteiny

When all you see thinks you're insane

A large scaple definitely not tiny

Dark bags under his eyes

A skeleton in his coat

Raindrops on his face he cries

So many years, all he wrote

Trying to find a light in the dark

Loosing his only love

Everything he does leaves his mark

He stares longingly up above

He is Faust VIII the death jockey

And his clock is tick-tocking