4 acessos
And when the faithful disappear
The world will take it's final turn
The showdown's exactly what some fear
Millions die, the land is burned
Then suddenly there is a cry
Ooh ooh, look up! Look up!
Here comes the posse in the sky!
On white horses to judge the earth
Posse in the sky is surely comin' down
And He who rides the leading steed
Has the name Faithful and True
Lord of Lords and King of Kings (Son of God is He)
He's come to make the world brand new
But first all evil has to die
"Judgment day draws nigh!"
So cries the posse in the sky
Bad guys are rounded up and bound
Posse in the sky is surely comin' down
Ooh, posse in the sky is surely comin' down
Ooh, posse in the sky is surely comin' down
And when they look upon Him whom they have pierced
And they shall mourn for Him as for an only Son
And they shall weep bitterly over Him
Like the bitter weeping over a first-born Son