Call of the Wild - Astral Doors

Here’s a song I will sing, you’re a clown, I’m a king;

I’m still alive

You’re a fake, a disgrace, wipe that smile off your face;

I’ll take you down

Because some day there may be a cure for this burning

The rage in my soul, I’ll be coming back for more

I’ll return to the call of the wild

Cold case or a son of a gun

On my way to the place where I’ll meet my maker

Won’t rest 'til I die;

I’ll return to the call of the wild

Well I read it myself in a book by the shelf, became mesmerized

It was all about me and my wish to be free from the fools around

It’s no joyride to be on the top of the mountain

The best of the art;

there are enemies everywhere

I’ll return to the call of the wild

Cold case or a son of a gun

On my way to the place where I’ll meet my maker

Won’t rest 'til I die;

I’ll return to the call of the wild

You must go, you’re no good

I’m so tired of the creatures only here to ruin my world

Shut your mouth, nobody cares;

this is the call of the wild

…and I’m still alive

I’ll return to the call of the wild

Cold case or a son of a gun

On my way to the place where I’ll meet my maker

Won’t rest 'til I die;

I’ll return to the call of the wild

(call of the wild)

(call of the wild)

I’ll return to the call of the wild

(call of the wild)

(call of the wild)

And I’ll never return to you again