Genesis — One for the Vine Live

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, and for his name he could die Though many there were believed in him, still more were sure he lied But they'll fight that 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 that mountain On to a wilderness of ice This unexpected vision made, it 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 He's come to save us from All our oppressors We shall be kings of this world Follow me! I'll play the game you want me Until I find a way back home Home, 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 his 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 By the way he fell And by the way he, stood up and vanished into air