From the night that covers me, black as
the pit of hell,
I thank whatever gods there be
for my unconquerable soul.
The vice fierce events
not stretch me grimace or cry.
buffeted by fate to blood
did not bend my head.
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms
only the horror of the end.
But in the face of years that threaten
are and always will be undisturbed.
No matter how narrow is the gate,
merciless as the sentence
am the master of my fate
the captain of my soul.
