แ‹ˆแŒŒแˆณ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฒแˆ†แŠ•
แˆฒแ‰ƒแŠ˜แ‹ แŠฅแ‹แ‰€แ‰ฑแŠ•
แˆฒแ‹ณแˆตแˆต แˆ˜แŠ•แŒˆแ‹ฑแŠ•
แˆฒแˆ˜แˆจแˆแˆญ แแŒฅแˆจแ‰ตแŠ•::

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever god may be
For my unconquerable soul.