Invictus
William Ernest Henley
1849 to 1903
Track 1
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Looms but the Horror of the shade,
I am the master of my fate,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I thank whatever gods may be
It matters not how strait the gate,
And yet the menace of the years
Out of the night that covers me,
For my unconquerable soul.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
I am the captain of my soul.
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
How charged with punishments the scroll,