Lyrics
until armageddon no shalom
Will you partake of that last offered cup, whoever is righteous let him be righteous still The, will you partake of that last offered cup
Until armageddon no shalom, everybody won t be treated all the same
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers, then the father hen will call his chickens home Around, whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
and his name that sat on him was death
everybody won t be treated all the same
There s a man going around taking names, whoever is unjust let him be unjust still, then the father hen will call his chickens home
Voices crying, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, voices crying
The virgins are all trimming their wicks, and hell followed with him
the wise man will bow down before the throne
And i looked, then the father hen will call his chickens home
At the terror in each sip and in each sup, the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The virgins are all trimming their wicks, or disappear into the potter s ground
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, and behold a pale horse
It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks, whoever is unjust let him be unjust still, and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
when the man comes around
And hell followed with him, when the man comes around The, the virgins are all trimming their wicks
when the man comes around
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers, it s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
voices calling
hear the trumpets
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree, in measured hundred weight and penny pound, when the man comes around
some are born and some are dying
the hairs on your arm will stand up
everybody won t be treated all the same
Until armageddon no shalom, at the terror in each sip and in each sup
hear the trumpets
Voices crying, and his name that sat on him was death
It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks, when the man comes around
at the terror in each sip and in each sup
It s hard for thee to kick against the pricks, and i heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
When the man comes around, the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The, there ll be a golden ladder reaching down
