Barbarians - Stephin Merritt

The horsemen hang

Bells in the breeze

To fold back time

With every chime

Come memories

Of songs they sang

For all their guns

And greater forces

Barbarians

Stink of their horses

Imagine, time

Begins anew

With every chime

Let’s not forget

These people are

Barbarians

Everyone runs

But, how bizarre

You haven’t yet

I always knew

Someone would change things

We’ll have to do

Some rather strange things

If this is true

Love is a crime

I don’t know you

A single bird

Circles for landing

But how absurd

Nothing is standing

Nothing is true

Beauty remains

So much to do