Invictus (Spanish)
(William Ernest Henley)
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.
