With a shield and a sword

He crushes evil in the name of the Lord

In the fields of war

His victory is the nails he bore

With his head held high

He speaks the truth and he hates the lie

He'll scream, he'll die

But God will raise him back to life!



He's a Live Wire

He's a Live Wire

He's on fire!



With the bend of the knee

He can move a mountain or part a sea

He's hot to the touch

Like a burning flame that availeth much

His life's a flash

He'll crack the darkness like a razor's slash

But he loves and he cares

He'll pick you up when you're in despair



His arms are huge

By the weight he carries of verbal abuse

His back is torn

With the agony of an open sore

His face is marred

The dried blood of an open scar

The gates of hell shall not prevail

'Cause he's torn the veil