[Introduction] The diplomatic and tense face-to-face with the high priest Caiaphas, an unavoidable religious figure with whom Roman power must deal. • [Verse 1] He enters in silence, draped in fine linen, High priest Caiaphas with a cunning gaze. His spiritual authority weighs upon these places, Sometimes stronger than the order of the gods. • [Chorus] Meeting with Caiaphas at the summit of shadows, Where power plays with dark calculations. Rome and the Temple assembled face to face, So that the crowds are not troubled... • [Verse 2] We measure our strengths without a single outburst, Each protecting his own State. He the guardian of secular faith, I the representative of consular power. • [Chorus] Meeting with Caiaphas at the summit of shadows, Where power plays with dark calculations. Rome and the Temple assembled face to face, So that the crowds are not troubled... • [Verse 3] The discussion is harsh, polite and distant, A fragile and yet constant alliance. We both know that peace is a thread, That a single word too many would render futile. • [Outro] A greeting of cold courtesy. Each departs to their own side.
