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A slight call afar is tempting me

Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream

I cannot ignore what I’ve always been

I am leaving again – one last time?

Laid on the pale scythe of the Moon

I play with stars around me

The elvendom is now calling out my name

My fairy and I are wandering through times

And stories forgotten, some old fairytales

Of wizards of Oz, of lost keys and gardens

Hiding secret doors that lead to a dream

For those who believe there’s always a door to get in

A slight call afar is tempting me

Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream

I cannot ignore what I’ve always been

I am leaving again – one last time?

In my little kingdom I can be what I really wanted to be

The wanderer

I’m hearing scratches at my door

Somebody wants me again

Some little creatures will be fellows tonight

My demon and I are playing some wicked games I should not play

Not fair to be played

Don’t tell anyone the place where I’m going

‘Cause they won’t believe – this time I don’t know

If I’ll ever return, say goodbye for me to my home

A slight call afar is tempting me

Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream

I cannot ignore what I’ve always been

I am leaving again – one last time?

In my little kingdom I can be what I really wanted to be

The wanderer

A slight call afar is tempting me

Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream

I cannot ignore what I’ve always been

I am leaving again – one last time?

In my little kingdom I can be what I really wanted to be

The wanderer

The wanderer...