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 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