Lyrics (Un) Conquerable Soul - Mincing Fury And Guttural Clamour Of Queer Decay

(Un) Conquerable Soul

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 fall
Clutch of the 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 fucking tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
…And fucking tears…
It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
No, you are only piece of shit!