Текст песни Уильям Эрнст Хенли - Из-под покрова тьмы ночной

From under the cover of darkness
  From black hole torments of hell
  Thank the gods all
  For his spirit unclimbed .

 Fierce troubles vise
  Without giving even a groan .
  The answer to the blow of fate
  There was only blood, but did not bow.

 The trail is broad and evil tears ,
  In the distance , like a shadow , only fear and sadness ,
  But future storms and thunderstorms
  I , as before, do not fear .

 No matter what the gate narrow
  Ile troubles embroidered canopy ,
  I - the master of his own destiny ,
  I - the captain of my soul