(C) Rich Thomsen 2014

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.

Ahhh Ahhh
Still leading to the end
Ahhh Ahhh
Still leading to the end
Bleeding to the end

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,
Unafraid
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.

Ahhh Ahhh
Still leading to the end
Ahhh Ahhh
Still leading to the end
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Still leading to the end
Bleeding to the end

(spoken)
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.