The door it opened slowly
My father he came in, was nine years old
And he stood so tall above me
His blue eyes, they were shining

And his voice was very cold
He said, 'I've had a vision
And you know I'm strong and holy
I must do what I've been told'

So he started up the mountain
I was running, he was walking
And his axe was made of gold

Well, the trees they got much smaller
The lake a lady's mirror
We stopped to drink some wine
Then he threw the bottle over

Broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine
Thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture

I never could decide
Then my father built an altar
He looked once behind his shoulder
He knew I would not hide

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children
You must not do it anymore
A scheme is not a vision

And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a God
You who stand above them now
Your hatchets blunt and bloody

You were not there before
When I lay upon a mountain
And my father's hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word

And if you call me brother now
Forgive me if I inquire
Just according to whose plan?
When it all comes down to dust

I will kill you if I must
I will help you if I can
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must

I will kill you if I can
And mercy on our uniform
Man of peace or man of war
The peacock spreads his fan