Strange to the World

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