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