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[caribbean]

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!

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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 innocents 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



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There, out in the darkness

A fugitive running

Fallen from grace

Fallen from grace

God be my witness

I never shall yield

Till we come face to face

Till we come face to face



He knows his way in the dark

Mine is the way of the Lord

And those who follow the path of the righteous

Shall have their reward

And if they fall

As Lucifer fell

The flame

The sword!



Stars

In your multitudes

Scarce to be counted

Filling the darkness

With order and light

You are the sentinels

Silent and sure

Keeping watch in the night

Keeping watch in the night



You know your place in the sky

You hold your course and your aim

And each in your season

Returns and returns

And is always the same

And if you fall as Lucifer fell

You fall in flame!



And so it has been and so it is written

On the doorway to paradise

That those who falter and those who fall

Must pay the price!



Lord let me find him

That I may see him

Safe behind bars

I will never rest

Till then

This I swear

This I swear by the stars!





Из Les Miserables