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

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 recognised him by his walk

And by the way he fell

And by the way he

Stood up, and vanished into air