Voice of Virtue.

Drop your weapons, take up the helmet of salvation
you're playing Russian roulette with your soul
for in the shadows lurks a wolf in sheep's clothing
Contemporary life, reminiscent of red riding hood
Tune out the static, the voice of virtue has only one station
Let it be the pulse of your battle hymn
Equip the impenetrable armor of God
brandish the purple-heart of a Hero
Who left a trail of breadcrumbs on the battlefield
through the spiritual minefields
Let him be your thermal-vision
On the treacherous journey back home
Across enemy lines, across enemy lines, across enemy lines.