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 going 'round taking names

And he decides who to free and who to blame

Everybody won't be treated just 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 offered cup

Or disappear into the potter's ground

When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singing

Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum

Voices calling, voices crying

Some are born and some are dying

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no salaam, no shalom

The father hen will call his chickens home

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 be unjust still

Whoever is righteous be righteous still

Whoever is filthy be filthy still

Listen to the words long written down

When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singing

Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum

Voices calling, voices crying

Some are born and some are dying

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundredweight and penny pound

When the man comes around

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