Johnny Cash The Man Comes Around

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 going around taking 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 When the Man comes around The hairs on your arm will stand up At the terror in each sip and in each sup Will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter