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