First Verse:
C
There's a man, going around, taking names
C
And he decides, who to free, and who to blame
C
Every body, won't be treated, quite the same
C                              Am      F
There'll be a golden ladder, reaching down.
F         G            C
When the man comes around.

C
The hairs on your arm will stand up
C
At the terror in each Sip and each sup
C
Will you partake of that last offered cup
C                              Am      F       
Or disappear into the potter's ground
F         G            C
When the man comes around.

Chorus:
C
Hear the Trumpets hear the pipers
C
One hundred million angels singing 
C                           F    C    G
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
G
Voices calling, voices crying 
G  
Some are born and some are dying
G                                C
It's Alpha and Omega Kingdom come
C        F                  C
And the wirldwind in the thorn trees
C
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks

C     F                     C
The wirldwind in the thorn trees
C 
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
C
Till Armageddon no shalom, no shalom

Second Verse:
C
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
C
The wise man will bow down before the thorn
C                       Am     F
And at his feet they will cast the golden crowns…
F         G            C
When the man comes around.

C
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
C
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
C
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
C                   Am     F
Listen to the words long written down
F         G            C
When the man comes around

Chorus:
C  
Hear the Trumpets hear the pipers
C
One hundred million angels singing 
C                           F    C    G
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
G
Voices calling, voices crying 
G 
Some are born and some are dying
G                                C
It's Alpha and Omega Kingdom come
C        F                  C
And the wirldwind in the thorn trees
C
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
C     F                     C
The wirldwind in the thorn trees

Outro: (Spoken)
N/С
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
and I looked and behold, a pale horse
and its name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.