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 fall
Clutch of the 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 f**ing tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
...and f**ing tears...
It matters not how straight the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul
No, you are only piece of sh**!