Dream Cycle: V. Invictus

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
I thank whatever gods
Whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul
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
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How filled with punishments the scroll
It matters not how strait the gate
How filled with punishments the scroll
How strait the gate
How filled with punishments the scroll
Matters not how strait the gate
How filled with punishments the scroll
It matters not how strait the gate
How strait the gate
How strait the gate
Finds, and shall find, me
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid

I am the master
I am the captain of my soul
Of my fate

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Jones & Alexander String Quartet
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