Saint Virtue Video (MV)

Through rain and snow she'll be there
She doesn't mind humiliation
The more she has to go through
The greater her claim to martyrdom
Passers-by taunting her brimstone oration
Saint Virtue stands alone
With a book in her hand and a voice in her head
She knows she must warn the people
Of the fate that awaits them
After they're dead

Not through sympathy
Not through empathy
Not through sisterly concern
Does she spend her days
Shouting at people to change their ways
She's righteous

Every religion begins with persecution
Deep down she longs for the ridicule
That helps her stake her claim to holiness
She's not a cult, she's a messenger
Saint Virtue stands alone
With a book in her hand and a voice in her head
She keeps herself going smiling over
The fate that awaits them
After they're dead