The prophets song

Follow me to the stairway to Heaven
I am the one who has chosen eleven
Answer me please if I did right or wrong
Gimme you power, make me so strong
That I could reach his eternal enchantment
Ministry, consulate, Heaven department

Roses are red on a blue magic carpet
My sword is heavy, prepared and sharpened
Given a belt from the Queen Aphrodite
K;nnten wir uns treffen heute gleich bitte?
My bitter prince, I’ve been missing you badly
Sweetness I’ve drunk from your goblet tastes sadly

I am leaving home it’s not easy to handle
Carrying my dreams, fondest wish, burning candle
Where to go if all roads lead to Berlin?
Answer me, Arthur, I am tired to be Merlin
World is about to break in a puzzle
Where is the piece of a peace should shine dazzle?

People are blind, having ears don’t hear
Listen to me, my Patronus has fear
Last day I saw him he ran to the woods
Do you remember our ancestors roots?
Sooner or later they’ll take my warm hand
Seeing the bitter humanities end

Gimme a moment: how hardly I try
Lead them to seven Gods seas of one Rhye
Now I do know how to live my emotions
Even if they are engulfing like ‘oceans
Riddle, you have no idea what’s love
I am breaking free, flying wings of white dove