Elysium
Pilar Riera Serra, Raúl Morán Zafra
So the old legend goes
The fire fox waves its tail
Caressing the mountains
Moonbeam on a winter flake
Along the artic
Tribes from the forest wondered
If those magical skies
Would fall upon the Earth
All shades of colors
Dye snowy lands
Which have long witnessed this adrift show
Performed by the Earth and the Sun
Welcome the new spirits
And those long gone
Coming from narrow dangerous paths
Along heavenly regions
An omen for war
The Valkyries look for
The souls of the befallen
In a way, northern lights are nothing
But the gods, promise that their light
Will shine forever
In the everlasting sky