
Date of issue: 04.03.2012
Song language: English
Invictus |
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. |
In the fell clutch of circumstance |
I have not winced nor cried aloud. |
Under the bludgeonings of chance |
My head is bloody, but unbowed. |
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. |
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. |
But will you tread your path alone |
Or risk the pain the love may bring |
For it may bring you high or low, |
And make you either cry or sing. |