The rain kept on falling
   and darkened the sky
   the dawn was to come with the sunrise
   Revealing the shadows
   that passed through the mist
   the torchlight was flickering, the storm
   was chasing them on
  
   A procession of dark coats
   followed the star
   foretold to come 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
   A star, a star is to come
   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
   < 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
   A star, a star is to come
   and light them the way to the one who is born
  
   They came across the western sea
   with powers greater than needed
   The wizards commanded 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