Lirieke: Dead Can Dance. Serpent's Egg. Severance.

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