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Out of the night that covers me,Out of the night that covers me
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 bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
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.
Coming out of the night that surrounds me, Dark as a pit stretching from end to end, I am thankful to whatever gods exist For my unbeatable spirit.
In the cruel grip of circumstances I have not flinched or cried out loud. Despite the harsh blows of fate My head is bloody, but not bowed.
Beyond this place of anger and tears Lies only the Horror of the unknown, And yet the threat of the future Finds me, and will find me, unafraid.
It doesn't matter how narrow the path, How full of punishments the record is, I am the master of my destiny: I am the captain of my spirit.