"Out the night that cover me

Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be 

For my unconquerable soul

In the fell cluch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, bur unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the manace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate ,

How charged with punishment the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my sould"

Que mil angeles te lleven al cielo, con invictus en tus labios