Oliver Haddo

Hard to please, isn't he?
He asks only you let him take your mind
Harvester of souls is he
Necromancy and subjects of that kind

Far beneath Paris streets
Our coven meets - the Sabbat is nigh
Haddo waits so patiently, before the altar
of the sacrifice

Oh, will you walk away?
And no, it would not be a good idea for
you to stray
The rites of Haddo have begun
He's calling on the ancient ones
There are strange worlds hidden in his
sorcery

devilry
Both wicked and divine
Our gods will need your blood as sacrifice