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Well 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 ax was made of gold
The trees they got much smaller
The lake a lady's mirror
We stopped to drink some wine
Then he threw the bottle over
It broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine
Well I thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture
You know I never could decide
Then my father built an altar
He looked once behind his shoulder
For he knew I would not hide
So you who build the altars now
To sacrifice these children
You must not do it anymore
For a scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god
Oh 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 so if you call me brother now
Forgive me if I inquire
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I'll kill you if I must
But I will help you if I can
Yes when it all comes down to dust
I'll help you if I must
I will kill you if I can
So have mercy on our uniform
Man of peace or man of war
The peacock spreads his fan
There I lay upon a mountain
And my father's hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word
Written by: Leonard Cohen
