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 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 football made him stray From the path prepared for him Off of the mountain On to a wilderness of ice
This unexpected vision made him 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 airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
