Текст песни для тех кто проиграл бой, - но не смирился с порождением

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

 Brutal vise woes
  Without giving even a groan.
  The answer to the blow of fate
  There was just blood, but do not bow.

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

 It does not matter that the gates are narrow ,
  Ile troubles embroidered curtains ,
  I - master of his fate,
  I - the captain of my soul