Out of the capsule that covers me,
Black as death from pole to pole,
I thank whatever pilots may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the foul clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the barrage of my chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of death and leers
Looms but the horror of deep space,
And yet the menace of these times
Finds and shall find my serene face.

It matters not how strong the grip,
How charged with punishments long gone
I am the master of my ship:
I am the captain of my soul.

I am Yoshinobi.