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The (Amin)door it opened (F)slowly,
My (Amin)father he came (F)in,
I was (G)nine (F)years
(E)old.
And he (Amin)stood so tall a(F)bove
me,
His (Amin)blue eyes they were (F)shining
And his (G)voice was (F)very
(E)cold.
He (C)said, "I've had a vision
And you know i'm strong and holy,
I must (D)do what (D/C)I've
been (B)told."
So he (F)started up the (Bb)mountain,
I was (F)running, he was (Bb)walking,
And his (F)axe was (G)made
of (A)gold. (Amin)
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 Isaw 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 enquire,
"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.
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