Invictus

Ancient Rites

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. 

Invictus! Invictus! 
I have not winced nor cried aloud 
Invictus! 
My head is bloody, but unbowed 
Invictus! 
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. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
I am the master of my fate 

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.
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