| The rain kept on falling
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| And darkened the sky
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| The dawn was to come with the sunrise
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| Revealing the shadows
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| That passed through the mist
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| The torchlight was flickering, the storm
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| Was chasing them on
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| A procession of dark coats
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| Followed the star
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| Foretold to come since ages
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| In silence they walked on
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| Crossing the lands
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| On their way to Bethlehem, to break the
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| Chains of the spell
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| Stone, they worshiped the stone
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| In generation from father to son
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| A star, a star is to come
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| To light the way to the one who is born
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| The leader he knelt there
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| To greet the newborn
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| Holding his pendant before him
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| Teardrops were falling from his eyes as he said
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| Take this stone and use it well don’t do as I did long ago
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| Into the sundown he returned
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| The moon was rising and heaven burned
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| Like shadows disappeared the men
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| And the black stone wielders were never seen again
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| Stone, they wielded the stone
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| In generation from father to son
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| A star, a star is to come
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| And light them the way to the one who is born
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| They came across the western sea
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| With powers greater than needed
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| The wizards commanded the lightning
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| Every creature knelt in for their will
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| But they wielded the black stone with evil
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| And their evil was cast back on them
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| Condamned to praise god forever
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| 'Til his son was born to deliver |