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;