Victory Rose.

A lucky find for the one who hears,

Close your eyes and open your ears.

You'll find a gem amidst the meadows of mediocrity,

A gem, of pure, untouched beauty.

Their ethereal sound will pierce your heart and haunt your brain,

It will make your soul look up to the stars even from the drain.

They make melodies like you've never heard before,

Musicians who will go down as heroes in Icelandic folklore. 

You can call them the Vikings of modern times,

Replacing swords and shields with bowed guitars and chimes.

Inducing calm by crushing every storm that's turning violent,

When Sigur Ros play, even the volcanoes lie silent.

Indeed, a lucky find, for the one who hears.

When you close your eyes and open your ears.