A day of silence, please, for the passing of a legend.

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

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s Alpha and Omega’s Kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chicken’s home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they’ll cast their golden crowns
When The Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When The Man comes around

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It’s Alpha and Omega’s Kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When The Man comes around

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

John R. Cash … 2002