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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.

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.
I am invictus.

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 unafraid.
I am invictus.

My unconquerable soul
is bloody, but unbowed,
the horror of the shade
shall find me 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.

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.
I am invictus.

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