Mystica Deamonica

I've got a story that shouldn't be told

One from an age told long ago

From the deep down caverns and the bowels of the earth

A rising evil with a mystic curse

A fallen angel with fire for a name

A curse for a feeling, revenge was his game

From the Pillars of Atlas to the deep down mines

In the circle of the old ones he serves his time

Just call my name:

Mystica Deamonica

Well, his key to freedom is his name itself

An age-old tounge spoken by himself

And he hasn't been idle in this tomb in the ground

So he sends a message to the one he has found

An innocent, not mighty but true

Just a forlorn traveller, not a-much to do

" Come to the circle and cross the line

And speak my name from the deapths of your mind & quot;

Just call my name:

Mystica Deamonica

Shout my name, 'cause here I come

The bastard son of the evil one

Mystica Deamonica

Only in this way can I bee free

To strike the world and what it did to me

I begin to murmur and the line dissolves

Now nothing can stop me from my resolve

I feel the fire burning deep within

Not a smile on my face, but an evil grin

I crush my friend with an icy glare

At last I'm free from my captive lair