Necromancer

"I will make your corpse dance/And then I will make it rip itself apart!"

Alchemist's folly, 

Turning lead to gold

The scryers blind,

All futures foretold 

The sages struck ignorant,

As darkness veils the poles 

Arises the necromancer,

Harvester of souls 

Trading in blood,

And in death

Summoner of spirits,

Thief of breath

Shrouded in cloak and cowl

Practitioner of black magic foul!

Alchemist's folly,

Turning lead to gold

The scryers blind,

All futures foretold

The sages struck ignorant,

As darkness veils the poles,

Comes the necromancer,

Shackler of souls

Whether dead or alive, 

There is always a price 

A piece of oneself 

For sacrifice

Deal with the demon,

There is always a price

Alchemist's folly,

Turning old

The scryers blinded,

No futures foretold

The sages feeble,

Darkness has the globe

Infernal rules the necromancer,

Destroyer of souls