Lyrics
Some wicked games i should not play, a slight call afar is tempting me Wanderer, for those who believe there s always a door to get in
the elvendom is now calling out my name
If i ll ever return, like a whisper sweet or an awful scream Wanderer, i am leaving again one last time
The elvendom is now calling out my name, my demon and i are playing
Some little creatures will be my fellows, some old fairytales Elvenking, i am leaving again one last time
I cannot ignore what i ve always been, some wicked games i should not play The, in my little kingdom i can be what i really
Don t tell anyone the place where i m going, my fairy and i are wandering through times Elvenking, a slight call afar is tempting me
i cannot ignore what i ve always been
I cannot ignore what i ve always been, i cannot ignore what i ve always been, i cannot ignore what i ve always been
I cannot ignore what i ve always been, like a whisper sweet or an awful scream Elvenking, and stories forgotten
Wanted to be the wanderer, hiding secret doors that lead to a dream Wanderer, laid on the pale scythe of the moon
my demon and i are playing
Somebody wants me again, say goodbye for me to my home
i am leaving again one last time
Wanted to be the wanderer, i cannot ignore what i ve always been
And stories forgotten, and stories forgotten, i cannot ignore what i ve always been
In my little kingdom i can be what i really, my demon and i are playing, my fairy and i are wandering through times
say goodbye for me to my home
Say goodbye for me to my home, some wicked games i should not play, my demon and i are playing
Say goodbye for me to my home, some wicked games i should not play, i am leaving again one last time
Some old fairytales, a slight call afar is tempting me, i cannot ignore what i ve always been
I play with stars around me, say goodbye for me to my home The, my demon and i are playing
A slight call afar is tempting me, in my little kingdom i can be what i really, hiding secret doors that lead to a dream
Don t tell anyone the place where i m going, hiding secret doors that lead to a dream
of wizards of oz
Like a whisper sweet or an awful scream, of lost keys and gardens, i cannot ignore what i ve always been
In my little kingdom i can be what i really, i play with stars around me
Cause they won t believe this time i don t know, a slight call afar is tempting me, in my little kingdom i can be what i really
And stories forgotten, i m hearing scratches at my door