Invictus Music: Benny Mann Words adapted from William Ernest Henley's "Invictus" Winter 1999 Benny Mann: vocals, guitar, bass Chris Gillman: drums, audio technician 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 bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd. Pushing on in pursuit of misery Utterly beaten in my art Indicted self to others needs Obscured longing in my heart Burned out and realized after all I’m lost inside my head Lyrical instincts that I missed so long Were lying there asleep... not lying dead 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. <-----------------------------> Learn more about "Invictus".
Benny Mann: vocals, guitar, bass Chris Gillman: drums, audio technician
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 bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd. Pushing on in pursuit of misery Utterly beaten in my art Indicted self to others needs Obscured longing in my heart Burned out and realized after all I’m lost inside my head Lyrical instincts that I missed so long Were lying there asleep... not lying dead 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. <-----------------------------> Learn more about "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 bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd.
Pushing on in pursuit of misery Utterly beaten in my art Indicted self to others needs Obscured longing in my heart Burned out and realized after all I’m lost inside my head Lyrical instincts that I missed so long Were lying there asleep... not lying dead
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.
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Learn more about "Invictus".