Falcon in the DIve Phrases

Hunt for the man!

Comb the city! Every street! Every grate!
Set 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! Search the 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 There was a dream, a dying ember...

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, 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 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 ‘till we spring alive,
then with claws of fire we devour like a falcon in the dive!