Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank what ever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank what ever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance