Songtext von 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.