Invictus - Immediate

Out of the night that covers me

Black as the pit from pole to pole

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soulIn the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody but unbowedBeyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of shade

Ad yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraidIt 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