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.      Invictus! Invictus!   I have not winced nor cried aloud   Invictus!   My head is bloody, but unbowed   Invictus!   I am the master of my fate   I am the captain of my 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.      It matters not how strait the gate,   I am the master of my fate      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.