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;