Story Of Isaac

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, you know I'm strong and holy,

I must do as I've been told."

So we started up the mountain.

I was running, he was walking.

And his axe was made of gold.

The trees they got much smaller,

The lake a lady's mirror.

We stopped and drank some wine.

Then he threw the bottle over,

it broke a minute later

and he put his hand on mine.

I'd thought I'd 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.

And 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 that stand above them now,

your hatchet's blunt and bloody.

You were not there before.

When I lay upon the 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 enquire just according to who's 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 also kill you if I can.

Have mercy on our uniform

man of piece or man of war.

The peacock spreads his fan.