(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 and then disappeared 
Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame