verse1

out of the night that covers me
black as a pit from pole to pole
i thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
in the fell clutch of circumstance
i have not winced or cried aloud
under the bludgeoning if chance
my head is bloody but unbowed

LAST WORDS

gentle end for me
justice not vengeance
pain in death, i cant see
final show of my defiance
murder without remorse
get what i want
die with eyes open
this is what i want

verse2:
beyond the place of wrath and tears
looms but the horror of the shade
and yet the menace of the years
shall find me unafraid
it matters not how straight the gate
how charged with punishment the scroll
i am the master of my fate
i am the master of my own soul