Out of the night that covers me Black as pit from pole to pole I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In fell clutch circumstance have not winced nor cried aloud. Under bludgeonings chance My head is bloody but unbowed. Beyond this place wrath and tears Looms Horror shade And yet menace years Finds shall find me unafraid. It matters how strait gate How charged with punishments scroll am master fate captain