(Johnny Cash Cover)nAnd I heard as it were the noise of thunder nOne of the four beasts saying come and see and I sawnAnd behold a white horse nnThere's a man going around taking names and he decidesnWho to free and who to blame every body won't be treatednQuite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching downnWhen the man comes aroundnnThe hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in eachnSip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cupnOr disappear into the potter's groundnWhen the man comes aroundnnHear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singingnMultitudes are marching to a big kettledrumnVoices calling and voices cryingnSome are born and some are dyingnIts alpha and omegas kingdom comenAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treesnThe virgins are all trimming their wicksnThe whirlwind is in the thorn treesnIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricksnTill Armageddon no shalam no shalomnnThen the father hen will call his chicken's homenThe wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feetnThey will cast the golden crownsnWhen the man comes aroundnnWhoever is unjust let him be unjust stillnWhoever is righteous let him be righteous stillnWhoever is filthy let him be filthy stillnListen to the words long written downnWhen the man comes aroundnnHear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singingnMultitudes are marching to a big kettledrumnVoices calling and voices cryingnSome are born and some are dyingnIts alpha and omegas kingdom comenAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn treesnThe virgins are all trimming their wicksnThe whirlwind is in the thorn treesnIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricksnIn measured hundred weight and penny poundnWhen the man comes aroundnnAnd I heard a voice in the midst of the four beastsnAnd I looked and behold, a pale horsenAnd his name that sat on him was DeathnAnd Hell followed with him.