And I heard,
as it were,
the noise of thunder.
One of the four beasts
sayin', Come and see.
And I saw. And behold
a white horse
There's a man
goin' 'round takin' names
And he decides who to
free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be
treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder
reachin' down. When
the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm
will stand up
At the terror in each sip
and in each sup.
Will you partake of that
last offered cup
Or disappear into the
potter's ground. When
the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets
hear the pipers.
One hundred million
angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin'
to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices
cryin'. Some are born
and some are dyin'.
It's alpha and
omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind
is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all
trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in
the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick
against the pricks
Till Armageddon
no shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will
call his chickens home
The wise man will bow
down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast
their golden crowns. When
the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust
let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous
let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy
let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words
long written down. When
the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets
hear the pipers.
One hundred million
angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin'
to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin'
Voices cryin'.
Some are born
and some are dyin'.
It's alpha and omega's
kingdom come
The virgins are all
trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in
the thorn trees.
It's hard for thee
to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred
weight and penny pounds
When the man
comes around.
And I heard a voice
in the midst of the
four beasts.
And I looked, and behold
a pale horse.
And his name
that sat on him
was Death
And hell followed with him