Come nearer all ye lovers and listen to my song
‘bout the fire of the morning star.
The curtains of the night are no longer on our hearts,
we will make it through every war,
hm-m, with the morning fire,
the fire of the morning star.

The battle it is fierce and the name of death is hunger
and shadows of doom grow longer.
We find us in the pain, the horror and thunder.
The phantoms of the dark only make us stronger
and the wind and the leaves are a-singin‘
of the fire of the morning star.

We pray for our souls and those of all the others
who suffer, cryin‘ for the mother.
The things that are wrong, they must be ended
and the end, I tell you, is around the bend:
it‘s the world where we are true lovers
and are like the morning star.

There‘s something that‘s above us,
there‘s somethin‘ in our hearts.
There is something around us.
Call it what you want, give it any name:
it is the deathless flame
kindlin‘ the morning fire,
makin‘ us one again.

Come nearer all ye lovers and listen to my song
‘bout the fire of the morning star.
The curtains of the night are no longer on our hearts,
we are the end of every war,
hm-m, with the morning fire,
the fire of the morning star.

                                                                      ~Michel Montecrossa

                                                                       Gauting, Germany