2013 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 Published by Attack Attack Music
