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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