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 every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will 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 each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around
...

-Johnny Cash, When the Man Comes Around