And when the faithful disappearThe world will take it’s final turnThe showdown’s exactly what some fearMillions die, the land is burnedThen suddenly there is a cryOoh ooh, look up! Look up!Here comes the posse in the sky!On white horses to judge the earthPosse in the sky is surely comin’ downAnd He who rides the leading steedHas the name Faithful and TrueLord of Lords and King of Kings (Son of God is He)He’s come to make the world brand newBut first all evil has to die »Judgment day draws nigh! »So cries the posse in the skyBad guys are rounded up and boundPosse in the sky is surely comin’ downOoh, posse in the sky is surely comin’ downOoh, posse in the sky is surely comin’ downAnd when they look upon Him whom they have piercedAnd they shall mourn for Him as for an only SonAnd they shall weep bitterly over HimLike the bitter weeping over a first-born Son