Song lyrics Precious jerusalem by Blind Guardian

No doubt, doubt

No longer need to hide it
Iīve found out who I am
Iīm moved around in circles
I rise and fall again

I know it well
Every word I tell
Seems to make no sense at all

Words
Will heal it
Love
Will conquer the
Hearts of the hopeless the almighty is still alive

Risinī up from the heart of the desert
Risinī up from Jerusalem
Risinī up from the heat of the desert
Building up old Jerusalem
Risinī up from the heart of the desert
Risinī up from Jerusalem
Risinī up from the heat of the desert
Heading out for Jerusalem

Iīve gone beyond but thereīs no life
And there is nothing how it seems
Iīve gone beyond but thereīs no life
There is no healing rain in Eden
The empty barren wasted paradise
Letīs celebrate the dawning of the Sun

I turn to you oh my precious Jerusalem
Deny your prophets their passion and treat them like fools
I turn to you oh my poor old Jerusalem
Deny my love but you canīt change fate

Son of man
(You truly are mine)

Canīt stand the pain
No more grief and misery
It goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Father stop it now
We must stop it now

You really think you are half way up
I would not mind if you were right
(Itīs not sure)
Iīd rather say you are half way down
So I am going to help you if I can

Iīve been caught in wilderness in wilderness
Iīve get out well
I found myself in desert lands in desert lands
But youīve been on my mind

I turn to you oh my precious Jerusalem
Deny your prophets their passion and treat them like fools
I turn to you oh my poor old Jerusalem
Deny my love but you canīt change truth

Rise up and follow me cause I will bring the light
Rise up and follow me wake up and clear your mind
I try to bring it back the seed of life
I try to bring it back the seal of light

So if you say thereīs no faith in man
You better keep in mind
That I can read between the lines
My heavy burden brings eyesight to the blind

Iīve been caught in wilderness in wilderness
Iīve get out well
I found myself in desert lands in desert lands
But youīve been on my mind

I turn to you oh my precious Jerusalem
Deny your prophets their passion and treat them like fools
I turn to you oh my poor old Jerusalem
Deny my love but you canīt change me