The Last In Line (Live at Donington, 1987)

The Last In Line (Live at Donington, 1987) - Dio

We're a ship without a storm

The cold without the warm

Light inside the darkness

That it needs yeah

We're a laugh without a tear

The hope without the fear

We are coming home

One day the years of facks came time to remember war

When the strong young man of rides of sun

Of tall great black baby yeah

We're off to the witch

We may never never never come home

But the magic that

We'll feel Is worth a lifetime

We're all born upon the cross

We're throw before the toss

You can release yourself

But the only way is down

We don't come alone

We are fire we are stone

We're the hand that writes

Then quickly moves away

We'll know for the first time

If we're evil or divine

We're the last in line

We're the last in line

Two eyes from the east

It's the angel or the beast

And the answer lies between

The good and bad We search for the truth

We could die upon the tooth

But the thrill of just the chase Is worth the pain

We'll know for the first time

If we're evil or divine

We're the last in line

We're the last in line