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