Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I could drag you from the ocean, I could pull you from the fire And when you're standing in the shadows I could open up the sky And I could give you my devotion Until the end of time And you will never be forgotten With me by your side And I don't need this life I just need… I've got nothing left to live for Got no reason yet to die But when I'm standing in the gallows I'll be staring at the sky Because no matter where they take me Death I will survive And I will never be forgotten With you by my side Cause I don't need this life I just need… Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I'm lonely When I'm standing in the fire I will look him in the eye And I will let the devil know that I was brave enough to die And there's no hell that he can show me That's deeper than my pride Cause I will never be forgotten Forever I'll fight And I don't need this life I just need… Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I'm lonely And I don't need this life I just need… Somebody to die for Somebody to cry for When I'm lonely Don't go gentle into that good night Rage on against the dying light
