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.

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.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I bow to forces I can't see,
For I am not in full control.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am not the master of my fate,
I am not the captain of my soul.