Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods there may be...
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstances...
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgoings of chances...
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
beyond this place of wrath and tears..
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menave of the years...
Finds and shall find unafraid.
It mattes not how strait the gate.
how charged with punishments the scroll.
I'm the master of my fate.
Im the captain of my soul.
