[Introduction] Valerius leaves behind his familiar landmarks and Italy to take up his duties as governor. This first stage marks the shift toward a distant land, under the watchful eye of the Roman Empire. • [Verse 1] The dust rises beneath the Roman chariot, I leave the mists behind for another destiny. The golden eagle shines atop the banner, I march blindly toward this foreign land. • [Chorus] En route to Judea, far from my roots, Where the burning stone hides doctrines. I wear the toga and the weight of the Empire, Between the great silence and the worst. • [Verse 2] They speak of proud peoples and laws unlike any other, Where every whisper echoes and awakens. Rome sends me to hold the scales, Amidst the sand and the wind of silence. • [Chorus] En route to Judea, far from my roots, Where the burning stone hides doctrines. I wear the toga and the weight of the Empire, Between the great silence and the worst. • [Verse 3] The kilometers fade beneath the heavy wheel, Facing this ancient and unyielding history. I gaze at the horizon, my heart on alert, A new page opens, uncertain and green. • [Chorus] En route to Judea, far from my roots, Where the burning stone hides doctrines. I wear the toga and the weight of the Empire, Between the great silence and the worst. • [Outro] The gallop slows down... The silhouette of Caesarea appears in the distance within the golden mist of sunset.... End....
