Pontius Pilate's House, Monday
Pilate I dreamed I met a galilean
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 and then
They disappeared again
Then I saw thousand of millions
Crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame