Как читается этот стих? From under the cover of darkness of night,
Black as the pit from a terrible agony
I thank all the gods
For my indomitable spirit.

I got into the grip of the troubles,
Did not flinch and did not groan,
And under the blows of fate
I was wounded, but did not fall.

The trail lies in evil and tears
Future path is not clear, though,
But all the same difficulties and troubles
I, as before, I'm not.

No matter how straight the gate,
Me the danger is not afraid.
I am the master of your fate,
Your soul I'm the captain.

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