Hunt for the man!
Comb the city,
ev'ry street, ev'ry grate!
You put a guard at ev'ry gate!
Drag him out!
Shout the moment that you find him!

Damn!

Knock in the doors!
Lock up the city!
Track him down!
Search the down!
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 gauntlet's down, it's time
to rise and climb the sky.
And soon the moon will smolder
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
'til 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 kneel!
Never bend!
Rend him to bits!
Bite!
Now the beauty of the fight!
I am 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
'til we spring alive,
then with claws of fire,
we devour like a falcon in the dive!