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 my fellows 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