Falcon In the Dive

Comb the city, every street, every grate
You put a guard at every gate
Drag him out, shout the moment that you find him
Damn!
Knock in the doors, lock up the city
Track him down through this town
And be quick about it, now
How the devil can I ever prevail when I'm only a man?
I can never be duped by that 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
But when the gauntlet'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 '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'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 'til we spring alive
Then with claws of fire, we devour like a falcon in the dive