Tomorrow's sun has come and sets behind the western sands
A messenger approaches and says that John is gone
A stray arrow brought him down
Belisarius, he chokes on his own tears
Who is responsible?
Who let this happen?
The messenger reports it was one of his own
Killed by friendly fire, his dying words were
Punish not the man who killed me by mistake
Is this injustice? I feel powerless
There's no one for me to jail or execute
(I'll) erect a shrine for him, I'll pay the price
For years hereafter I will take good care of him
My only solace my loving wife
Dear Antonina, please comfort me
A disgruntled slave brought chambermaids to kneel before me and tell me what?
It never rains it pours on me
The blood within me boils
Sing hallelujah!
They say they saw my wife lay with my own godson
How could they sin against me?
Sing hallelujah!
Am I not just? I have the right, the right to have her killed
Sing hallelujah!
Am I like Christ, who so forgave the adulteress from stoning?
Sing hallelujah!
If I forgive her, Antonina, what can be said then for Theodosius?
She came from the streets and worked as an actress, but my dear godson should have known better
I gave him a life, and now he betrays me
Nothing could stop me think of the ways I could inflict pain
It's coming down, down to the wire
Time to decide how I should I should proceed from here
How I can feel that she is hurting
How I can see that she's not proud of herself
And life is lonely, always apart
And yet I have managed to be loyal to her
Rumors begin to gather traction, and I am regarded as a pawn of my wife
A great commander, but a puppet to her
It's not surprising virtue seems strange to the world
The might of Africa will fade, and all our monuments dissolve
There's nothing here that will remain, and yet our lives somehow resound
Our fleeting lives are meaningful
Nothing you do doesn't matter
Every choice you make moves this world toward hell or paradise