| It’s an age-old score that’s got to be settled | 
| It’s an age-old debt that’s got o be paid | 
| Hen the King breaks trhough in all of His glory | 
| To claim His throne on the world that He made | 
| The nations wait with their armies gathered | 
| With Jerusalem firmly under their thumbs | 
| There will be no peace in Armageddon Valley | 
| 'Til the trumpet sounds and the cavalry comes | 
| When He arrives, He will conqure them all | 
| Take back the ground given after the fall | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna ride down from heaven from where they’ve been | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna put this world back together again | 
| Gonna put this wrld back together… | 
| On a great white horse, the King will come ridin' | 
| He’s the One they call Faithful and True | 
| With His eyes of fire and blood-dripped clothing | 
| He had a name nobody else knew | 
| And by His side ride the armies of heaven | 
| Dressed in linens clean and white as the snow | 
| Riding down to earth with a vengance so holy | 
| For the one-day battle that will crumple their foe | 
| And when the dust and the smoke disappears | 
| The King will reign for a thousand years | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna ride down from heaven from where they’ve been | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna put this world back together again | 
| Gonna put this wrld back together… | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna put this world back together again | 
| Gonna put this world back together again | 
| When the lion lays down with the lamb | 
| There’ll be peace in the Land of Abraham | 
| They will beat their swords into plows | 
| When ever tongue will confess, and every knee bows | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna ride down from heaven from where they’ve been | 
| All the King’s horses and all the King’s men | 
| Gonna put this world back together again | 
| Gonna put this wrld back together… |