Falcon in the dive

Hunt for the man

Comb the city

Every street

Every grate

You put a guard at every gate

Drag him out

Shout the moment that you find him

Daam

Knock in the doors

Lock up the city

Track him down through this town

And be quick about it

Now

How the devil do I ever prevail when I'm only a man

But I'll never be duped by this scurrilous phantom again

I wasn't born to walk on water

I wasn't born to sack and slaughter

But on my soul

I wasn't born

To stoop

To scorn

And knuckle under

A man can learn to steal some thunder

A man can learn to work some wonder

And when the guantlet's down

It's time to rise and climb the sky

And soon the moon will smoulder

And the winds will drive

Yes

A man grows older but his soul remains alive

All those tremulous stars still glitter

And I will survive

Let my heart grow colder and as bitter as a falcon in the dive

There was a dream

A dying ember

There was a dream

I don't remember

But I will resurrect that dream

Though rivers stream and hills grow steeper

For here in hell where life gets cheaper

Oh

Here in hell the blood runs deeper

And when the final duel is near

I'll lift my spear and fly

Piercing into the sky and higher

And the strong will thrive

Yes

The weak will cower while the fittest will survive

If we wait for the darkest hour

Till we spring alive

Then with claws of fire

We devour like a falcon in the dive

These are the days

Yes

Days of glory

Days of rage

And the dream

And the dream of paris preys on my bones

Gnawing night and day and clawing through my brain and

No

Never bend

Never kneel

Rend him to bits

Bite

Now

The beauty of the fight

I'm not a man to hunger for blood

But the spirit can cry

To be younger and fiercer and fly

Piercing into the sky and higher

And the strong will thrive

Yes

The weak will cower while the fittest will survive

If we wait for the darkest hour

Till we spring alive

Then with claws of fire

We devour like a falcon in the dive