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?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
