The Last In Line

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 a cross
We're the 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 and quickly moves away

We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
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 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 the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down

We're a ship without a storm
We're the cold inside the warm
We're the laugh without the tear
We're the smile without the mirror

We're the last in line
See how we shine