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The it opened slowly,
my father he in,
I was nine old.
And he stood so tall me,
his blue they were shining
and his was very cold.
He said, "I've had a
and you I'm strong and holy,
I must do what been told."
So he up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was of gold.

Well, the trees they got smaller,
the lake a mirror,
we stopped to some wine.
he threw the bottle over.
Broke a later
and he put his on mine.
I saw an eagle
but it might been a vulture,
I never decide.
my father built an altar,
he looked behind his shoulder,
he knew I not hide.

You who build altars now
to these children,
you not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a
and you never been tempted
by a or a god.
You who stand them now,
your blunt and bloody,
you not there before,
when I lay upon a
and my father's hand was
the beauty of the world.

And if you call me now,
me if I inquire,
"Just to whose plan?"
When it all comes to dust
I kill you if I must,
I help you if I can.
When it all down to dust
I help you if I must,
I will you if I can.
And on our uniform,
man of or man of war,
the spreads his fan.