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.