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

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