It is written and so shall be
That all things will come to an end
For if we have to go, then it’s all coming with us
Come hell and high water
It must be, it must be
That on the far horizon
They’re saddling up the horsemen

By candlelight, by oil-light, by the light of computer screens
Hunched over tables and endless calculations
Then inscribed in beauty upon paper, upon velum
Engraved upon the stones
It must be, it must be
That on the far horizon
They’re saddling up the horsemen