Rage Against the Dying Light

Do not go gentle into that night, Rage against the fading light, Fierce the fight, the battle calls, Stand tall against the twilight walls. Through the darkness, through the pain, Fight the dying of the flame. (Fight the flame, fight the flame) Rage, rage against the night, Burning fierce, a beacon bright, In the face of shadows' sway, Stand and fight another day. (Fight the night, fight the night) Good men, last wave by, crying how bright, Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way. Through the darkness, through the pain, Fight the dying of the flame. (Fight the flame, fight the flame) Rage, rage against the night, Burning fierce, a beacon bright, In the face of shadows' sway, Stand and fight another day. (Fight the night, fight the night) Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight, Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. (Like meteors, like meteors) Rage, rage against the night, Burning fierce, a beacon bright, In the face of shadows' sway, Stand and fight another day. (Fight the night, fight the night)