Zenarchery

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching
To that big kettle drum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's alpha and omega, kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
There'll be no golden ladder hanging down
When the man comes around