| Well, the door it opened slowly | 
| My father he came in | 
| I was nine years old | 
| And he stood so tall above me | 
| And 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 we started up the mountain | 
| I was running, he was walking | 
| And his axe was made of burning gold | 
| Well, the trees they got much smaller | 
| Yes, the lake a lady’s mirror | 
| When 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 | 
| I guess he knew I would not hide | 
| You who build these altars now | 
| To sacrifice our 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, I mean the beauty of the word | 
| And if you call me brother now | 
| Forgive me but I must 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’ll kill you if I can | 
| And mercy, mercy on our uniform | 
| Man of peace, man of war | 
| The peacock spreads his deadly fan |