Await the Setting Sun

I hear the call of the siren, I hear the wail of the warning
 Await the coming of sunset
 From the dawning of the morning...
 I hear the call of the siren, I hear the wail of the warning
 Await the coming of sunset
 From the dawning of the morning
 Blinding distractions of worry... our focus shifted away
 Imagining the end one thousand ways
 What will the storm-bringers bring?
 What do they see? What do the soothsayers say?
 What does the oracle see but what do they want?
 We hear predictions of torment
 We dream the nightmare while waking
 We the start of this ending
 Of worlds crumbling 'neath the shaking
 But wolves with sinister motives
 Who move unseen in the night
 Near sleeping sheep sedated, slumber not
 What will the storm-bringers bring?
 What do they see? What do the soothsayers say?
 What does the oracle see but what do they want?
 I hear the call of the siren, I hear the wail of the warning
 Await the coming of sunset from the dawning of the morning...
 And through the fog of our worries... I wake alone in the night
 To see the dimming of one thousand points of light
 What will the storm-bringers bring?
 What do they see? What do the soothsayers say?
 What does the oracle see but what do they want?
 What will the false prophets sell?
 What do they see? What do the doomsayers say?
 What do so-called psychics see but what they want?