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X-Wild - Mystica deamonica
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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
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dodał: Misiaqu
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Fragment na dzis:
DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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