Lyrics

(Chauvelin)
Hunt for this 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

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?
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 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
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 till the darkest hour
Til we spring alive
Then with claws of fire
We devour
Like a falcon in the dive