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
rising evil with a mystic curse
fallen angel with fire for a name
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 [bad word] 
Just a forlorn traveller, not a-much to do
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] my friend with an icy glare
At last I'm free from my captive lair