The Man Comes Around

And I heard, as it were the noise of thunder

One of the four beasts saying, "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 reaching 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 offerеd cup

Or disappear into the potter's ground?

Whеn the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singin'

Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum

Voices callin', voices cryin'

Some are born, some are dyin'

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimmin' their wicks

Is the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

'Til Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home

And the wise men 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

Ah, hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singin'

Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum

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

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

Kick against the pricks

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