Solar glare from Lord Frej, the Shining One, in Ljusalfheim he's King of elves. High above the rainbow and in the tarn deep in the wood you'll find elves. Follow their light it's brighter than sun it makes you fly... In the realm of Alfheim you never know what you have seen. A pale mirage? Beauty make you sunblind it fills your mind you fly away and lose your hug. Fly with their wings they make you feel so free but you may fall... Flee from their light they'll maybe drag you down or make you fly...