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