| Fifty thousand men were sent to do the will of one
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| His claim was phrased quite simply, though he never voiced it loud
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| I am he, the chosen one
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| In his name they could slaughter, for his name they could die
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| Though many there were believed in him, still more were sure he lied
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| But they’ll fight the battle on
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| Then one whose faith had died
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| Fled back up the mountainside
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| But before the top was made
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| A misplaced footfall made him stray
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| >From the path prepared for him
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| Off of the mountain
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| On to a wilderness of ice
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| This unexpected vision made them stand and shake with fear
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| But nothing was his fright compared with those who saw him appear
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| Terror filled their minds with awe
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| Simple were the folk who lived
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| Upon this frozen wave
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| So not surprising was their thought
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| This is he, God’s chosen one
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| Who’s come to save us from
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| All our oppressors
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| We shall be kings on this world
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| Follow me!
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| I’ll play the game you want me
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| Until I find a way back home
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| Follow me!
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| I give you strength inside you
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| Courage to win your battles--
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| No, no, no, this can’t go on
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| This will be all that I fled from
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| Let me rest for a while
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| He walked into a valley
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| All alone
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| There he talked with water, and then with the vine
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| They leave me no choice
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| I must lead them to glory or most likely to death
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| They travelled cross the plateau of ice, up to its edge
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| Then they crossed a mountain range and saw the final plain
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| Still he urged the people on
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| Then, on a distant slope
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| He observed one without hope
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| Flee back up the mountainside
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| He thought he recognised him by his walk
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| And by the way he fell
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| And by the way he
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| Stood up, and vanished into air |