Horsemen - New Model Army

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