Voice: Morgan Freeman
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 fairies
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
From the night that covers me, black as the pit of hell
,
I thank whatever god there is
for my unconquerable soul. The vice
fierce events
I drew grimace or cry.
to boost blood
by chance did not bend my head.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms
only the horror of the end, but
face in the years that threaten
are, and I semper, imperturbato. Non
angusta quanto sia matter the carrier, the sentenza
impietosa quanto,
sono il mio padrone of destination: il capitano della mia
encouraged.
William Ernest Henley
On the night that covers me, black
like a bottomless pit,
I thank God that it may,
for my unconquerable soul.
In the clutch of circumstance, I have not
moan and cry,
to the stabbing of chance, although I
bleeding, I have never ridden.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears, the darkness lurks
his horror,
yet the menace of the years finds me
and find me unafraid.
It does not matter how straight the road was, or how many penalties
take back,
am the master of my fate,
am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
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