You ride a dark horse in the field,
Spreading your plagues with the sword that you wield.
The dead will rise out of their graves,
The mouth of Hell will swallow the waves.
Oh, the end is marching on,
The pestilence will swallow you,
And wish that you were wrong.
This retribution is so swift,
They're a-coming with knives in every shift.
These levees are bursting at the seams,
This is the end, or so it seems.
Oh, the end is marching on,
The pestilence will swallow you,
And wish that you were wrong.
John the Revelator warned me and you
To kick the dust of sin up off our shoes,
But I was warned of men like you,
You lie and steal to take what you choose.
Oh, the angel's are marching on,
The sound of bells will frighten you,
And wish that you were wrong.
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