( Leonard Cohen )      The door it opened slowly,    My father he came in,    I 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.