Music: Benny Mann
Words adapted from William Ernest Henley's "Invictus"
Winter 1999
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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