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 strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. Under the wide and starry sky. A frosty, fiery sleepyhead;
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night long ago ceased to ask for help. My will is something
weak (and) sickness haunts me. Dig the grave and let me lie: And I laid me down with a will. Glad did I live
and gladly die. Let me go forth, and share the sun with one wise friend. No help in heaven; the dead-man’s
bell. Lest we were proud when our sins are bundle on our head. Whiles it burns the soul alone in hell
Black are my steps which made me learn to serve your turn long after they´re gone, (And)so hold on when
there´s nothing in you except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; From all sides to my ears there came
The dreary anguish of the lost. Here must I rot from day to day I may not pass the prison
door. Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan, For we are born in
other’s pain, And perish in our own. Let me go forth, and share the sun with one wise friend
No help in heaven; the dead-man’s bell. Lest we were proud when our sins are bundle on our head.
Whiles it burns the soul alone in hell. Black are my steps which made me learn to serve your turn long after
they´re gone, (And) so hold on when there´s nothing in you except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;