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