It is written and so shall be That all things will come to an end But if we have to go Then it's all coming with us Come hell & high water It must be, it must be That on the far horizon Yeah They're saddling up the horsemen Yes By candle light, by oil light By the light of computer screens Hunched over tables And endless calculations And then en-scribed with beauty Upon paper, upon vellum Engraved upon the stones It must be, it must be That on the far horizon Yeah They're saddling up the horsemen Yes On the far horizon Yeah They're saddling up the horsemen