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