The Story Of Isaac

Door, it opened slowly and my father, he came in

I was nine years old

Stood so tall above me and his blue eyes, they were shining

And his voice was very cold

Said, "I've had a vision and you know I'm strong and holy

I must do what I've been told"

We started up the mountain, I was running, he was walking

And his axe was made of gold

The trees, they grew much smaller and the lake, a lady's mirror

And we stopped to drink some wine

And he threw the bottle over and it broke a minute later

And then he put his hand on mine

I 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 him slowly

He knew I would not hide

You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children

You must not do it anymore

'Cause a scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted

By a demon or a God

Yes, 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, the beauty of the word

And if you call me brother now, forgive me if I inquire

It's just according to whose plan?

'Cause when it all comes down to dust, I will kill you if I must

I will help you if I can

Yes and when it all comes down to dust, I will help you if I must

I will kill you if I can

Have mercy on my uniform, man of peace or man of war

The peacock spreads his fan