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( Cohen )

The it opened slowly,
My father he in,
I was nine old.
And he stood so above me,
His blue eyes they shining
And his was very cold.
He said, "i've had a
And you know I'm and holy,
I do what i've been told."
So he up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
And his axe was of gold.
Well, the trees got much smaller,
The lake a mirror,
We stopped to some wine.
Then he the bottle over.
Broke a minute
And he put his on mine.
I saw an eagle
But it might have a vulture,
I could decide.
Then my father an altar,
He looked behind his shoulder,
He knew I not hide.

You who build these now
To sacrifice children,
You not do it anymore.
A is not a vision
And you never have been
By a or a god.
You who stand them now,
hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not before,
I lay upon a mountain
And my hand was trembling
the beauty of the word.

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