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   But nothing was His fright compared   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      Who'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 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