the came from the east,
they brought horses to our cultivated lands,
the gave power to our have-nots
they took our culture,
they brought new customs to our burial grounds,
broadened the bases of our history
they came from the east,
replaced our despots with their caliphates,
conquered but tolerated our gods
they brought us wisdom,
they brought a zero to our tired calculations,
they guarded knowledge we'd forgotten
they came from the east byzantium (a city of moths)
crumbled into a dust that plunged europe into the dark
constantinople (a metropolis of candles)
brought light to our books as europe forgot how to read
let's make this stage our rubicon,
let's cast a die, let's let history decide
and as i cross it, i chase aeneas back to his ships,
i bring the rhythm back to the hips
and as rome is consumed,
as i fiddle this whisper tune on these strings,
friends, i have no need of your ears
so let's make this stage our rubicon,
our frozen rhine, our yippie picket line
and i caesar hoffman! and as i cross it,
i bring the central asian steppe sweeping into the wilds of europe
i make my bedroom rome, i make this city my home,
i am remus come from the dead,
come to tell you all to sack this city tonight,
let's sack this city tonight,
because i always heard better in the dark
thus immersed in barbarous longing