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 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 

  Many things have come to be through devilry 
  Both wicked and divine 
  As nothing ever comes for free 
  Our gods will need your blood as sacrifice