2 acessos
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