Early Glade Test Pilot Lyrics

The wind blows in the world of Seth
There is a feather, alone in it's nest...

Where do we think the trees have left?
Where will we go when season ends?

Sometimes I wander
Sometimest I am loosing my faith
Sometimes there is no color
To paint, all my walls in red

Look at what I've become
A forest forgotten in time
They used all my flesh
To write poems for fire

Sometimes I do remember
The nightspirits dancing
The dew and the fog
Singing the green

There was a deer
A prince in teh kindom of fear
There was the magic
I always felt near

I wake up in the temple of screams
Water is all around me
The forest is up, in the eye of the storm
I can hear it flying

The traces, the loss, the bridges I crosssed
They are all inside me
The forest is up, in the eye of the storm
I can hear it flying