Un grand film.
Une grande chanson.
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. An' 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. For
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 singin'. Multitudes are marching to
the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an'
some are dyin'. It's Alpha's 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.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then
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 crown. 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.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big
kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are
dyin'. It's Alpha's 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.
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.
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