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I've got a story that shouldn't be told |
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One from an age told long ago |
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From the deep down caverns and the bowels of the earth |
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A rising evil with a mystic curse |
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A fallen angel with fire for a name |
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A curse for a feeling, revenge was his game |
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From the Pillars of |
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Atlas to the deep down mines |
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In the circle of the old ones he serves his time |
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Just call my name: |
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Mystica Deamonica |
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Well, his key to freedom is his name itself |
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An age-old tounge spoken by himself |
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And he hasn't been idle in this tomb in the ground |
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So he sends a message to the one he has found |
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An innocent, not mighty but true |
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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 |