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