INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
unconquerable
William Ernest Henry (1849-1903)
In the dark of night I wander alone,
The boundless wild roars.
Thank you Almighty God,
Give me a stubborn heart.
Let the waves break through the dam,
Never flinch, never cry.
Let fate play in every possible way,
The blood can flow, but the head cannot be lowered.
In this grief-stricken land,
The terrifying ghost is approaching,
Even if the haze gathers all the year round,
It never frightens me.
And no matter how smooth the journey is,
No matter how severe the trauma,
I am the master of my destiny,
I am the captain of my soul.
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