Out of the night good covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my own conquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not wins, not cried aloud Under the bludgeoning's of chance My head is bloody, but I'm bound
Beyond this place of rough and tears Who's fought the horrors of the shade And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid It matters not how straight the gate How charged with punishment's the scroll I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul
Out of the night good covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my own conquerable soul
It matters not how straight the gate How charged with punishment's the scroll I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul I am the captain of my soul
Compositor: Adapatação do poema de William Ernest Henley