One for the vine

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 onе whose faith had died, fled back up thе 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, God's 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 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 travelled 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