Carved in Stone
Invictus
Out of the night that covers meblack as the pit from pole to poleI thank whatever gods may befor my unconquerable soulIn the fell clutch of circumstancI have not winced nor cried aloudUnder the bludgeonings of chancemy head is bloody, but unbow´dBeyond this place of wrath and tearslooms but the horror of the shadeand yet the menace of the yearsfinds and shall find me unafraidIt matters not how strait the gatehow charged with punishment the scrollI am the master of my fateI am the captain of my soul
From Letras Mania