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