The Man Comes Around DevilDriver (Ft. Lee Ving)
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[Intro]
"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"
[Verse 1]
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names (Takin' names)
And he decides who to free and who to blame (Who to blame)
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
[Refrain]
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
[Verse 2]
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's ground?
When the man comes around
[Chorus]
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin' (Dyin')
It's Alpha's 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
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
"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"
[Verse 1]
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names (Takin' names)
And he decides who to free and who to blame (Who to blame)
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
[Refrain]
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
[Verse 2]
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's ground?
When the man comes around
[Chorus]
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
Voices callin', voices cryin'
Some are born and some are dyin' (Dyin')
It's Alpha's 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
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
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