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
 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
 So we started up the mountain
 I was running he was walking
 And his axe was made of gold
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 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
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 You who build the altars now
 To sacrifice these children
 You must not do it anymore
 A scheme is not a vision
 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
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 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
 Have mercy on our uniform
 Man of peace or man of war
 The peacock spreads his fan