Tomorrow I Die.

Tomorrow I shall hang from a tree

from acquisitions of insurgency.

This will be the last night

that I watch the setting of the winter sun.

All day I have spent

lying in the cold snow.

I hear their dogs,

searching for the slightest air's blow.

But I know

that I am safe until midnight.

That is the time I have—

from now 'til midnight

to climb the mountain side that lies ahead,

to climb to the point where no man has reached.

I assure you

that my willpower will numb the wounds

at least until midnight.

If it is found my will too powerful,

and this mountain was destined to go unclimbed,

then only God will strip my will from me.

Tomorrow I will die,

but only God will be able to stop me

from climbing this mountain side.