It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
When the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
Voices calling, voices crying
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Listen to the words long written down
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
And his name that sat on it was Death
The hairs on your arm will stand up
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Some are born and some are dying
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
When the man comes around
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
Songwriter: Johnny Cash
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
And Hell followed with him
Publisher: SONG OF CASH INC
There's a man going around taking names
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
When the man comes around
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
When the man comes around
And I saw and behold a white horse
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see",
Will you partake of that last offered cup
One hundred million angels singing
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The wise man will bow down before the throne
One hundred million angels singing
And at his feet they will cast their golden crowns
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom
Everybody won't be treated all the same
When the man comes around