[Pilate:]
I dreamed I met a Galilean - a most amazing man.
He had that look you very rarely find - the haunting, hunted kind.

I asked him to say what had happened, how it all began.
I asked again, he never said a word, as if he hadn't heard.


And next, the room was full of wild and angry men.
They seemed to hate this man.
They fell on him then, and then disappeared again.

Then I saw thousands of millions crying for this man.
And then I heard them mentioning my name, and leaving me the blame.