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