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Falado:
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.
Abafando:
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
Riff:
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When the man comes around
Abafando:
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in his sip and in his sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potters ground
Riff:
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When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum
Voices calling voices crying
Some are born and some of dying
It s Alpha and Omega s kingdome come
And the whirlwind is in the thorntree
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorntree
Abafando:
It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalome
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 crowns
Riff::
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When the man comes around
Abafado:
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
Riff::
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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 and 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
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
Abafado:
It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
Riff::
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When the Man comes around.
Falado:
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.
