Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Through storms that rage and tempests wild,
I stand unmoved, a fortress strong,
Though nature's fury, undefiled,
Beats at my walls the whole night long.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
When doubt creeps in with stealthy tread,
And whispers of surrender near,
I banish fear and forge ahead,
My spirit bright, my purpose clear.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
In darkest night or blindest day,
When all seems lost and hope has fled,
I light my own unwavering way,
A beacon burning, passion-fed.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
Wisdom of Ages - Invictus Lyrics
Wisdom of Ages - Invictus Lyrics
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Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Through storms that rage and tempests wild,
I stand unmoved, a fortress strong,
Though nature's fury, undefiled,
Beats at my walls the whole night long.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
When doubt creeps in with stealthy tread,
And whispers of surrender near,
I banish fear and forge ahead,
My spirit bright, my purpose clear.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
In darkest night or blindest day,
When all seems lost and hope has fled,
I light my own unwavering way,
A beacon burning, passion-fed.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Through storms that rage and tempests wild,
I stand unmoved, a fortress strong,
Though nature's fury, undefiled,
Beats at my walls the whole night long.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
When doubt creeps in with stealthy tread,
And whispers of surrender near,
I banish fear and forge ahead,
My spirit bright, my purpose clear.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
In darkest night or blindest day,
When all seems lost and hope has fled,
I light my own unwavering way,
A beacon burning, passion-fed.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.
Writer: Bryce Drennan
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