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 oneIn 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 onThen 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 iceThis unexpected vision
Made them stand and shake with fear
But nothing was His fright compared
With those who saw him appear
Terror filled their minds with aweSimple were the folk who lived
Upon this frozen wave
So not surprising was their thought
This is He, Gods chosen oneWho's come to save us from
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 cant go on
This will be all that I fled from
Let me rest for a whileHe walked into a valley
All alone
There He talked with water
And then with the vineThey leave me no choice
I must lead them to glory
Or most likely to deathThey 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 onThen, on a distant slope
He observed one without hope
Flee back up the mountainside
He thought He recognized Him by His walkAnd by the way He fell
And by the way He stood up
And vanished into air