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