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 worshipped 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 them 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
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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
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Black Stone Wielder
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Candlemass |