Elf Power. Creatures. Three Seeds. Zeneszám

From the web into the sky
Three seeds go rolling by
Rising high for all to see
Through the branches of the trees

And all is everywhere
We leap through poisoned air
Unearth a box of gold
It's nothing that you hold

In the back of all our hearts
We sink into the earth
Sliding through the glass door
Golden sounds remain

Falling, smoking, rising
We'll invent the rain
Throw the roses to the flame
Throw the roses to the flame
Throw the roses to the flame