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