The door it opened slowly And my father he came in I was nine years old
And he stood so far 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 he started up the mountain I was running, he was walking And his axe was made of gold
You who build these altars now To sacrifice these children You must not do it anymore
For you never had a vision And you never have been tempted By the Devil or the Lord
Yes, 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 ask "According to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must I will love you if I can
And may I never learn to scorn The body out of chaos born The woman and the man
And mercy on our uniform Man of peace, man of war The peacock spreads his fanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
