The rain kept on falling
 and darkened the sky
 the dawn was [bad word] with the sunrise
 Revealing the shadows
 that passed through the mist
 the torchlight was flickering, the storm
 was chasing them on

 procession of dark coats
 followed the star
 foretold [bad word] since ages
 In silence they walked on
 Crossing the lands
 On their way to Bethlehem, to break the
 chains of the spell
 Stone, they worshipped the stone
 In generation from father to son
 star, a star is [bad word]  to light them way to the one who is born
 The leader he knelt there
 to greet the newborn
 holding his pendant before him
 Teardrops were falling from his eyes as he said

 Take this stone and use it well don't do as I did long ago

 Into the sundown he returned
 the moon was rising and heaven burned
 like shadows disappeared the men
 and the black stone wielders were never seen again
 Stone, they wielded the stone
 In generation from father to son
 star, a star is [bad word]  and light them the way to the one who is born

 They came across the western sea
 with powers greater than needed
 The [bad word] the lightning
 every creature knelt in for their will
 But they wielded the black stone with evil
 and their evil was cast back on them
 condamned to praise god forever
 'til his son was born to deliver