Story of Isaac They/Live

The door, it opened slowly
My father, he came in
I was nine years old

And he stood so tall above me
His blue eyes, they were shining
And his voice was very cold

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 gold

The trees, they got much smaller
The lake, a lady's mirror
When we stopped to drink some wine

Then he threw the bottle ovеr
Broke a minute later
And hе put his hand on mine

I thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture
I never could decide