Paroles: Dead Can Dance. The Serpent's Egg. Severance.

Severance
The birds of leaving call to us
Yet here we stand
Endowed with the fear of flight

Overland
The winds of change consume the land
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past

When all the leaves
Have fallen and turned to dust
Will we remain
Entrenched within our ways?

Indifference
The plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
In the shapes of things to come

Tomorrow's child is the only child
Tomorrow's child is the only child