My Brother Esau killed a hunter Back in Nineteen sixty-nine, And before the killing was done His inheritance was mine. But his birthright wasn't one to wave Before a weary band. Esau gave me sleeplessness And a piece of ____________(?) My father favored Esau, Who was eager to obey All the bloody wild commandments The old man shot his way. All this favor ended when My brother failed at war. He staggered home, And found me at the door. Esau skates on mirrors anymore... And meets his pale reflection At the door. Yet sometimes at night I dream He's still that hairy man, Shadowboxing the Apocalypse And wandering the land. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse And wandering the land. Esau holds a blessing, Brother Esau holds a curse. I would say that the blame was mine, But I suspect it's something worse. The more my brother looks like me, The less I understand The silent war that bloodied Both our hands. Sometimes at night I think I understand. Way late at night, it feels to understand. It's brother to brother and it's man to man And it's face to face and it's hand to hand... We shadowdance the silent war within. The shadowdance, it never ends... Never ends, never ends. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, yet again... Yet again. Shadowboxing the Apocalypse, And wandering the land.