Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one

His claim was phrased quite simply

Though He never voiced it loud

I am He, the chosen one



In His name they could slaughter

For His name they could die

Though many there were believed in Him

Still more were sure He lied

But they'll fight the battle on



Then one whose faith had died

Fled back up the mountainside

But before the top was made

A misplaced footfall made Him stray

From the path prepared for Him

Off of the mountain on to a wilderness of ice



This unexpected vision

Made them stand and shake with fear

With those who saw him appear

Terror filled their minds with awe



Simple were the folk who lived

Upon this frozen wave

So not surprising was their thought

This is He, Gods chosen one



All our oppressors

We shall be kings on this world



"Follow me

I'll play the game you want me

Until I find a way back home"



"Follow me

I give you strength inside you

Courage to win your battles"



No, no, no, this can't go on

This will be all that I fled from

Let me rest for a while



He walked into a valley

All alone

There He talked with water

And then with the vine



They leave me no choice

I must lead them to glory

Or most likely to death



They traveled cross the plateau

Of ice up to its edge

Then they crossed a mountain range

And saw the final plain

Still He urged the people on



Then, on a distant slope

He observed one without hope

Flee back up the mountainside

He thought He recognized Him by His walk



And by the way He fell

And by the way He stood up

And vanished into air